close to you, close to you!
all proper grammar for you!
mebbe somewhat, those eminent musicians
wail on w/ giggles
wonder how she feels in her skin
if it ain't lovely
you're fuckin' around
let him take what he wants
what I worry about is what I've got
last evening
(after work I came home
took a shot of granddad, smoked,
listened to Harry Hosono & Tin Pan Alley)
I saw you.
I am in
constant fear
of losing
my friend,
(would you
have all this?)
a man who does not flicker
an encampment near the river,
I am lost in the familiar!
Let's get going now
before the sun softens
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