Herman Düne
In August
(w/ spencer chakedis) you were talking to me
and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey
fruit and bread
you know what: everybody dies
in august, when no-one cries or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we are not dead i'd found a bug in the water jug
it lay numb on my thumb
i blew it away and let it lay
on the floor at my door
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