my guitars doing great
haven't been on a date
since i said goodbye
dried the tears from my eye
been mixing with mountains
and in bright and dry places
staring at thoughts
and at mingling faces
through boulders on beaches
within bottlekneck braces
while these smoked up eyes
heard sadly seagulls cry's
Thought i almost had
Felt.
Kinda like a scar or a
Welt.
so i took the n0tgun
and blue off my head
and the ants took away
the part that was dead
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