Crossed the border laughing never know what to expect they wanted to know what church I'm in and what things I collect they're trying to plug holes in the hull while flames eat up the deck the captain and his crew don't seem to get the disconnect
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I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU on a boulder by the shoulder the paint will likely outlive both the feeling and the holder in the age of Global Warming when all things are growing colder it's beautiful the writer opened up his heart and told her
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I'm good at catching rainbows
not so good at catching trout I'm good at blowing holes in things and ranting in self doubt I've got a way with time and space but numbers freak me out I've mostly dodged the dogmas of what life is all about
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I'm talking in strange voices to myself the way I do the road under the half moon sky rolls out in shades of blue I'm raw anticipation of our rhythmic rendezvous loving the gift of the loving I get and the loving I give to you
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