Deeaaaa ahhh ahhhr Dieee ah reeeeeee,
poetry hurts me, words fall from buildings.
I can look at stars in space and know the street names
of places i've never seen and its
the modern way.
Its imperative to stay
as the virgin snow melts with the moon.
Im sticking to the surface, peeling off of fingers
holding three things in one unsteady hand.
we grow up we
chain smoke, we
have been told, we
leave ruins, we
sing tunes, we
have been wrong, we
wont be here long.
As I've said before, with beginnings and the end
we gotta stay here and play here
make something here before it melts
and no one knows what we had here
whats been here and
now-here and
nowhere.
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