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Dreaming of Warsaw
Daniel McGinn

My night breaks down into a murder of crows
You talk in your sleep with a polish accent
Dark fruit drops from the shadow trees
You ask me for tea with two lumps please

You talk in your sleep with a polish accent
You fidget in sleep with each siren's pass
You ask me for tea with two lumps please
Your breathing is marching like boots in a village

You fidget in sleep with each siren's pass
Dreams rip to shreds like claws on black paper
Your breathing is marching like boots in a village
Black dogs held back by black leather leashes

Dreams rip to shreds like claws on black paper
Multiply stench by the shaking of trains
Black dogs held back by black leather leashes
Walk the banks of the hungry human river

Multiply stench by the shaking of trains
Explode the hinges and my dream slaps the floor
Walk the banks of the hungry human river
Naked in my kitchen as they search for the children

Explode the hinges and my dream slaps the floor
Dark fruit drops from the shadow trees
Naked in my kitchen as they search for the children
My night breaks down into a murder of crows