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wont be
an
fall


till your gone


in these puddles
we dream
of
your
reflection


this puddle
of
tears


you will be
my
last slip
?


















...
..
.
told the future
please baby
be my last
quit
running
crazy ladys
she grabbed
at
me
she ripped
the buttons off
of
my
favorite shirt
she was the first
of
how many loves


how many words my dear
may we call you my dear
we already called you over
we were hoping your hand
on
the
park bench

we will never forget these stotys
you have calmed me in an hour
of
need


there was never an case
of
want
between
me and you
it has always
been need
i need
you
i
love you

car alarms keep going off in my head
why are you stealing from me
we woke up and seen
you running
with
an
boy
with an
flannel shirt
fell back to sleep
dreamed we
hung ourselves with that flannel shirt



we woke up screaming
how many loves
?















...
..
.
don't let your webs grow cobs
that's what catches you
she was dreaming
her breath
put me
back
to
sleep

our song was playing
she was wearing that dress
the one she likes me to look at her in
she holds our her hand
it is her
we can
be
found dancing
her lips enchant me softly


me
softly
enchant
you

softly her lips enchanting me
what was this spell
midnights hour
bell
chimes
she can be
found in
these
arms
of
mine
let me whisper
enchant me softly
?












...
..
.
if we only wrote what you wanted to read
never mind
we wasn't writing for me
we were writing for us
...
got caught
in
my
skirt

i
am
an
woman

with snot on my sleeves
i treated an man
like he was
my knees
her flannel shirt
tugged on my skirt
an
other
man
drove
up
she gave him my nuts
now we drink mudd
from
an
paper cup
she pulled up my skirt
we tip off her flannel shirt
?














...
..
.
she saw an picture of an man
he was wearing an flannel shirt
if we ever see this man
we will honk
then go rent
an
diesel truck
to run him over with
thank you
...
we made him cry
i
am
the
one
left
to
wipe the tears
when we tell the truth
?
















...
..
.
we honk
you were me
then
i
could
still **** you
and live
it
don't work like that
so we wish
?













...
..
.
my name is mud

— The End —