To come back to Tusker/ The heavy-footed phantom in the room/ Sounding their inaudible trunk before/ The splitter splatter of their spectral saliva/Rains droplets of doubt on Debbie/ A drinker from the cup of unanswerable desire/ Unfindable truth/ She scribbles sweet nothings/ And I Owe You’s/ Hoping one day to bank the cheque of purpose/ Passion and palpable happiness/ Praying with her palms to the sky/ That this note doesn’t bounce/ Bank teller leaves a message in her account/ Saying:

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I’ll tell you what you want

What you really really want

You want [message redacted]

You want [message redacted]