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old men, watch the sea. flow over. the hills,
and i?
well, as i've always done,
watch you
flow over. his hips.
and i?
well, as i've always done,
watch the waves
hit
the ships.
and the others
they learn
to swim.
an island with sand
floats with
the wind.
and i?
well, as i've always done,
i sit. and take,
a shit.
this isn't what
i meant.
just parking lots.
with a rotten cause
and a single clause
with no
other thoughts.
just bedroom walls
where the picture falls
and i put them all
outside
the halls
no, no.
maybe it was a month out of the year that you decided the minutes were so
dear. nothing would be wasted.
dear,
nothing would be tasted.
my face is emaciated and your lips are cut in vertical stripes
this is love,
right?
i watch the children in the clouds run from themselves.
and jump in to oceans
of liqour
we grow old. watch whiskey. flow over. the hills,
love is:
the wind.
and i?
well, as i've always done,
watch you
flow over. his hips.
and i?
well, as i've always done,
watch the waves
hit
the ships.
and the others
they learn
to swim.
an island with sand
floats with
the wind.
and i?
well, as i've always done,
i sit. and take,
a shit.
this isn't what
i meant.
just parking lots.
with a rotten cause
and a single clause
with no
other thoughts.
just bedroom walls
where the picture falls
and i put them all
outside
the halls
no, no.
maybe it was a month out of the year that you decided the minutes were so
dear. nothing would be wasted.
dear,
nothing would be tasted.
my face is emaciated and your lips are cut in vertical stripes
this is love,
right?
i watch the children in the clouds run from themselves.
and jump in to oceans
of liqour
we grow old. watch whiskey. flow over. the hills,
love is:
the wind.