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>What am i running for? Where to?Yes, to catch the bus and all, butWhy? I can’t get drunk anymoreThese ferrets munch my bed, my Oh, my mailman’s a piss less than dead. What’s the point, and where’s there to learn?So, I’ve resolved to sing-a-long to the streetGive up the fight, bound to pick up its…

>The river never waitsCutting, though many otherNames exist, rock and bonePollute the pure, Season’sUnwashed hands deign pietyEvery stoic stroke wears awayEach push a fresh argumentOne hesitates suggesting fireBut Frost, these things movingA child pressed to crawlWill crawl upon your turningThrough ears, the river neverWaits and morals never makes.

>The death tollIs unknown, no manCan lift such heavinessMerely observingOne must becomeHis hyperthrobbing heartOne must becomeLarge and liftAnd lift, howHigh will you imagineThe death toll rises.

>The moon reflecting off Do not forget how much I Abhor my love for you Gathering dust on yr shelf As you once collected roses Red petals dripping Impossible pollen Each flower so beautiful I’ve seen their shapes cut out by a star On one of the planks above my head.