Jackson’s apology #4831
Jarvisse #01001
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Unfold the paper napkins spread them out
    the tournament begins, the festival
understanding, is like reaching through pillows
    not pillows of regret, caverns, warm and hollow

We may yearn to reach the plateau through our loss
    fold back the sensual flaps laid out before summer light
carnality, sometimes only a reason and a means to forget
    it is not love, it is brutal, harsh, painful and sordid

I prostituted myself, laid myself bare as a junkie on acid
    I was trying to be serious, to show a fine tail of feathers
too late, the joke was out, everybody laughed, imagined it funny
    yet the joke was ironic, only full only of cognitive dissonance
   
   

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