and toward space
you're thinking
aren't you?
oh my motives
corpuscles and plasma
beat beat beat
pulse and drag
me to the inevitable
the pit
the dare
my nerves
anxious for the future
it's true
when my focus starts
to veer out from forward
there are no hands
on the wheel
the foot cannot
find the brake
neutral is an inside
joke
not even the curious
can laugh
regimine
you will
be my friend
how about a song.
beautiful shot
you are
a beautiful shot
you are
throwing rocks
you are
ending the game
you are
kissing me
so far
any day soon
so far
you've got inside of me
so far
as i know you can
so far
as i know
you count up
all that you got
by counting up
all that you've lost
before
we ever knew
before
secrets we hold
before
everyone knows
before
you've given me away
you count up
all that you got
by counting up
all that you've lost
good luck ellen cherry
grimm
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