You don’t kick up
Your eyes cold and the sea for a drifter
You a beer mark a tomb that blows a screaming
And more words to you are meaningless
I like green and I like soft
Heart without a seat missing beat
Washed up without your turn
Brings delay which is useless
The wind that echoes days
Beats your heat and love debris
Away upon wailing banshee
Decay broach blistered feet
Blows my mind in dark nights
Won’t obey is surging tune
So without you my bed’s sore
Emptiness cannot forth desires
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