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Warholian Wigs Lyrics

Dirty Projectors

with a longing upward and out,
to meet those rosy slopes,
and explode into them
before they erode:

the failing time flattens out
like the optimism of the old,
whose tribulation has become rosy.

my star could crest
parabolic
over the etched stream
and its etching.