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Current mood:  lethargic
parts stick to bloody wet t-shirt
i'm heart sick, in too deep to let my feet work
i need earth, i mean to be brought down to it
low in spots, throwing rocks at barking hounds, to wit
i need fertile ground to sit, my mind's in the clouds
my feet are sliding around, my heat will rise 'till i'm found
on these dusky streets, i've figured that i need her
tossing and turning, glasses of liquor when i sleep worse
plans exposed, hands enclosed within each other
with any lover, it's complicated in ways i can't disclose
but i'm not the type of man to fold, a fact i'm damned to know
i'll sleep with fishes in granite soles to get a standing o
and i'll land in a grove with my heart in my leaded hands
when we both know at the start, i impart that i'm the better man
no coincidence i looked at the stars and the skies and thought of your eyes
your only love, i ache to be that spark in your life
1:24 PM
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