Did you love me or did you just love me back?
I’m on this van gone to Baltimore, I’ll add it to the stack of places.
I go to crouch and seek some shelter from your name.
Long distance just to hear your voice on the machine.
You lucky dog, yeah you won the roll. Your mind, it won’t lose grip on
Mine, your grasp it won’t uncurl.
The Bronx is menaced by a man 500,000 feet tall. I love the beige of your
Skin, like a hospital wall.
One word runs ‘round your head. What small moon encircles you as you lay in
Bed?
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