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V IN THE CELLAR
Trying to think in curves, not getting wet
Without a coat of any sort
For the musing,
How I liked the sound of it
The end of the month
Just the stairs down to the park,
More ill in the soul
Drinking and smoking
I had to sleep to see the gold
What boredom rising to tell some girl
It happens, the ladies’ men rest
If you’ll let me love this world, the two floors
While still in the line
Seen there through the crowd

We’re right when hesitating
Now over a year ago
In the early morning
I was told I blew it, hurrying
(From the dead ends of my life)
In the dead ends of my life

And even the bliss of touch
Merely a wish, merely a wish

I needed it more than ever before
(But I couldn’t leave)
In that other park we stood on the grass

I’ll sit here quietly and melt into this terrible noise
(Even though they're closing)
Sleep it off, Cypress

Sleep drunkenness

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