Concentric Asterisk (But don't stop on that account, keep going)

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Cactus sun, improvised a hunnid times in a row but never rehearsed
You still look like a furnished room, in sympathy for everyone's point of view
With a television in it, insulting your grammar, Hummer commercial, girl wearing mesh something climbs a ladder onto the hood, I look like you when the room is gutted, becomes a studio we slow drag in or speakeasy, it was all commercials, or borders are too simple for this century when everyone pretends to be mingling so we call them when everyone pretends to be mingling... the heart is trained to handle deprivation not unforeseen happiness, so we call them less, or just tell them less or just predict the asterisk, the prickle of its octomatic wings claps in us like what love is, laugh track, plausible motives, applause,

are we happy