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The Buck Stops Here, Mr. Rogers

from The Truth; The Fiction by Hondo Maclean

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This is the latest craze, broken hearts on dirty sleeves in open caskets, so let’s hold hands and slow dance, if romance is such a dirty word, such a dirty word in this town.
Take our bodies at the door, you’re often inclined to sell yourself for one more.
The buck stops here, so fuck you, dear, here’s a reminder of what has become of us, until the disco ball exposes every curve you stole.
They take our, our bodies at the door and seal the exits, we’re coiled by the rapture, the throes of canned laughter.

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from The Truth; The Fiction, released September 17, 2014

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