Easy places to get away to.
Easy limbs languid all around you.
Dirt on your hands.
Down my spine now.
Fall.
Soundtrack to Mary.
Many minds wandering from room to room.
Many trees slain just to write it to you.
Locked in my room.
Throw back the noise, get another one.
Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough.
Can't seem to unremind myself.
later on.
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