i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman.
i'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day.
i'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink.
i'll be the phonograph
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heredity's done to you: you won't have to
strain to look into my eyes.
...i'll be your shoes baby.
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i can always count on you.
:)
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