forget about suzzanne
she's with some other man
don't worry about your
So long, goodbye
By order of the Pasadena court
So long, goodbye
Five
teeny tiny little teens keep pouring out of my machine
I
window seats on bullet trains
smear land into sky
fear and sorrow
late spring rain, cool purple mist
strawberries big as a baby's
do you remember the man?
standing in front of the tanks
I heard the sound,
dull smash of shatterproof glass,
everything stopped in
my mother groaned
my father wept
into the dangerous world i leapt
helpless
I was born in a summer storm
grass was cold but
I'm back from the coast
I couldn't make it alone
all the
my cousin is in columbia
hunting down the rebels
over fields of
I wish the war was on,
I know this sounds strange
little fly
your summers play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
and ended your
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