there was a man with penny gold eyes
he told me, i'm not made of things
you can see or feel but 

touch me  anyway
 i said okay,
i said okay and i did
but i felt him
"i feel you"
"you feel nothing"

"define nothing"
our eyes stood there
he said
do you have a cigarette
i said
do you have a song
and he sang me one 

 i said i feel everything
you must have your nothings all mixed up.

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