send me off & think about those children, lost on vacation; only straying further
Crushhhhhh! - with exclamation of the age - and eat their soul,
all dried up and fuzzy from the screaming among the clouds
There's too much space and so little time
I know
Fences in yr bed: against the moths, against the spiders
But you can't keep them awaaaaaaaaay, in spite of yr efforts
they will come back & I will love you all the same for it.
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