summertime sorrow
deeper the holes deeper the burns worms worms got lost trying to stop being normal
in the big game change ties hide up get in in in meaning get mucked up drugged up flu shots and bug shots
got spots on wet socks my walkin slips the tightropes sucker hold
light hopes fucked up from meanings, dreamings, weaving tingle swift
get to reading spark up the moving mover moving stop the foot tapping nerves asking whats more in the door slamming
real forms smacking my face my face smacking real forms my face
homeequitycreditcardebtderivativesfuckingyourlifeawaybutit'sarealthingican'tbelievebutwilldealwithsomaybegetinvolved
maybe hop in the madness rabbits hop hopes rot got nothing but fear bots
things things pilin while they inside the white room bubbling like cloud bursts in the morning after rain when the sun shatters grey matters between white and black and the door open a creek with a coffee smell seeping in as the steam wanders from the shower in your home in the future in the dark if there is one when there won't be if you can but only if and only when the whens are gone and the ifs are melting and the forever unfolding is a walk and not a flight a grass blade not a lawn beyond the yawns of sleepy times did you know its only two weeks til i see you?
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