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every alligator in its cage
I saw you there hanging out between the aisles
would acknowledge me neither but why
look at you miss Dickinson hiding behind the stairs
no visitors today
some child's toys on an old vanity wait
the tropical wall paper of this New England vibe
I've never felt this sequestering of personality
yeah you come out but you are scared to show
the rain is not like you
it knows its temperature
this cats eyes darken with the desire to be known
all those noir movies with the women based on that
no alley safe from hours
all dark and full of ash
the seance shows the madness and a child is safe
who put her where the scouts were
the tree is always forgiving
you two were surfer friends
in a unforgiving of your nature
a harbor grows cold along this evening tide