Eleven, smoking, blistered bearings, strobing, lock-in, sneak-out Raymond. Fly
Walking off alone
with your back to the one you said
with the front page in between headlines
the wind is blowing
Trapped in a dark cycle
It's feeding off itself
Ignore, brush away,
The sun was chasing us we were running for beginning
Unafraid of any words
So release them
On a stage
In a play
that
I'm sick of living in this movie
Everybody looking through me
No
just lie down
wrap your arms around and be still
don't let
Five ten, one thirty-five
Brown hair with blue eyes
Light skin, twenty-six
Statu
Hands over my head
Face down, I surrender
Love is taking me
Wisper in my ear and I hear the sea
Wild and
I will wait in a line for the club lights
Your god damned uncle changed you some when you were
When you are balancing
the leaves on a backyard tree
leaning over
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