Burn the yard. Set off the grass at one throw.
High above the ocean
High above the sea
High above this ink
Smell the air, smell the feedback.
Paint the road electro-pure.
Touch your
Full stop where you let go - count a moment
I couldn't figure out how I was ever going to
Read the play in the spring
Thought a lot about God's
The chopper searchlight is fixed on me.
There is no escape
I am
the only one
can ride that horse
th'yonder
I'm full of bees
who
I got your letter it had turned to sand, lighting
Crystal clear, I could hear a pin drop
I know you're
You're making great leaps, son
You're taking great risks.
There
He leans on the door.
His arms are folded.
He opens
Draw a line in the sand.
Draw a star. Draw a
I heard your voice repeating on long, dark boards and
Da da da
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