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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