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Updated: Jun 25, 2020

trace my footwork

to art taken apart with swords

dice entice the wandering man

blunders happen thunder clapt an

the van tore straight for the cords

holding together

my hand opens thick gloss

seeping from the cost of that thought


you must think your lost

if not to the coast

I have nothing to boast

true I'm not a very good host

I'm just kinda post

everything carrying the final Lord

above all the more beautiful skies

are the heavens of the moonlight

fabled to be a soothing delight


inviting guys offer a mic

I step up

to go all night

turns out I'm awful at the sight

can you give me a chance to love you

no one is lonely today

don't confuse your self rename

the bear sneaking in with the mares

spare me the glares

I've finally made it up the stairs


last time I saw her

it was autumn

her fragrance

in the middle trance

that special stance on sand

terminally hip-deep in a terminal

looking for a urinal

need to release this damn

before things get out of hand








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