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[ishingly]

well last night ipulled a kimmy
a pillow tucked inside her chest
faceing right and scowling grimly
thin arms propped beside her breast

mind is racing...nowher to go
whats she thinking...noway to know

///so if she dreams would i be told
of fleeting trains, or growing old?
the morning after ill know for sure
neither of us are clean or pure

ive got alot to answer for
she never did believe my lies
although she's raised in rags so poor
when i look up she fills my skies///