i'm the same
in a different shape
and sky scrapers give
necklines cranks
and bus drivers
hold tight to the wheel
and farmers get off
on a pig squeal
my eyes are sore from those salty days
from ocean upon ocean flowing into lakes
as willows comfort widows
and wood is planted firmly
on acres of land
where you once said you adored me
but gold is not golden and
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