by Patti Smith
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last night i awoke up from a dream came face to face with my face facing the
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tombstone teeth of a man called chiklets he came down through the ages with
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the desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer came beating the force field
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with elegant grace trying to get a perfect grip there was no absolute grip
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he was in a sail boat a glass bottom boat the bottom of a boat he was coming
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down through the ages sea molten sea spilling down the tube the spiny eye of
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the village the spinal eye of the victim the spiny eye like a question mark
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hovering over him what do you want what do you want from him down on a dream
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too much unexplained what do you think do you think there was an actual
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connection i can't imagine a connection going down there i can't imagine any
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connection at all a boxing ring with gold ropes soft desperate karat top
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spinning and coming down through the ages forty one BC
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Chiklets
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