Ayyyyy, beauty pulses though my veins
and I'm dying to see it
leak on the floor again.
Again and again and again
and I'm dying
to be left alone again.

Breakers crash and
AND and
and you're
something something
and waves
sure, waves
and
And and
Poems and trite
And prose tonight
And destitute and sallow
And paltry and
she wanted to be a willow
She wanted to weep
she wanted to keep
me away from this

Noise, these toys
these false sense of joys
and a false sense of beauty.
A sordid excuse
for what love means to you,
I'm trying and thinking
and
And I'm
And
And and and and and
Sand
Land
Brand me
Hand me a
Grand and I'll
Stand on the
Strands of my
Plan while I
Dance
And
Whoops
And and
And

An

D

And

Dan
Dand


Nadn

A
N

D


Dandy.