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attic man

he is loud as an ant across the hand
he watch your temples humping up and down
the up-man wedge invisible in your den and wait in walls now

understand, attic man make me look 
like a bassinet of clean white shells

for he is mad and he is plainly sane
the orchid and the weed the same

i’ll die if attic man ever come down

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