My life is a marathon our milk and honey days
Perfectly compressed wider holes between your shoulders.
Are we renegade or
Every time I get on an airplane, I think my
Before we wrote the bible there were honest men
Dressed like
Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t
Don’t say you don’t love me
My
All children get scarred
Turn in guilty faces and tattoos
You are going to have to lie to me.
You are
First the streetlight says you should eat something soon,
We always
I used to be a singer
I’d lots of pretty clothes
But
Well I,
I used to walk down to the bar,
So I
We are through with talk and touching
We’re feeling nothing nothing
You
I think we can fly and swallow fire
Blow smoke and
We were speaking softly behaving badly
our painted bodies in the
I am you in me
Our panoramic eyes
They don’t focus
So they
The leaves came down when you walked by them all
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