scrape your knee it is only skin

as for my heart seems made of tin, is not, so take care and consumed with seafoam,
all these beastly bungalows and endless toes and roads, we're bourne by wind to younder blue, the wild blue yonder looms.
when all we want to do is chew, and chew, dear you, drive on.

untill then i am knawing at the telephone, tight with suspence, and talking about mercy. untill silence krept over me.

watch as the trains paw at the wild wild night.
jerk at your tether, brave as a kite.

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