Yes, being strong I
And those finger nails were
Lavender Smell's
On you the rose I split into
How much snow can one eat
Oysters dine
On rank tuna fish and
Crabs back into their hole's
The distance between me and it
Caused hiccups
And as for me I swam to the bottom
Without air and laid there
The weight of it throbs
In her hand
Having faith and faith is blind
Day always is and night is kind
And you
are less in the light though
your mine
and always
and always it is as it is
I am blind
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