his million dollar dreams

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Stand by me when the chips are down
When I can only
Count fingerbtonthumb
When pain has left me numb
And cheeks are scarred with failed attempts
I have coughed
And hiccupped
For these dreams
Torn out hair by each fine thread
Let its limbre leak on lap
And studied morgues of
Visions dead
This million dollar dream
Count the catch in each
Fine step
Study offices
Never kept
Were gold it brimmed
From sour thoughts
I am man magnificent, hungry in eye
Stealth in organs
That separate like jigsaw
The snail glue snot
In my sausage hand
Open your eyes
I am just a man