When the community child is found in the duvan bed
there's going to be a party in Hicksville tonight.
The media stokes the flames. Pomagne goes pop,
fireworks go off, ash & stoked cinders of shame.

So the doctor's daughter could still be found
in the opposite drawer, the media pays
to reconstruct the scene in the restaurant
from the night she left. Some chilled downtime,
alone together, after all they have been through.

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