They dont walk on two feet.They swim through my blood.
There hands scoop me out, winds and grey ropes, your
hope at a longer life.
You sail through this world, in and out on my diaphragm.
With a great horizontal smile, you split the horizon.
The nerve of Vegas you squeeze over and over again.
Thinking it some slang dirty word mouth, but my blood never is.
The red river, parted once, you faves it bye.
Would you still die for it?
It is you, is it true..dont lie to it..just die in it.
Then leave me.
Come then if you will...Stay in the middle..Lies.
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