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This evening finds me well |
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Tracing salt swims and muted swarms, tiny wars and quiet storms. |
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Wore that vision to stress |
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Like she wore that dress for no one to see |
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Though I saw, felt the sea spray murdering gravity. |
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From the bottom to the top and back again. |
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Drink up to pretend that the hounds don't lie, though they talk in tongues. |
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The tide pulls clear if your crack its mirror, you will see what you want to see. |
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I will write you a lullaby. |
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Stung. Houndstooth compulsion. |
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Fire spoke for her the way I would not. |
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Torched the landscape to plant roses. |
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Whiskey and sunsets, fences, jetties and unrested eyes. |
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A fools parade snaking through the mind, fangs 'round the corner dripping to run dry. |
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