savage
pleas
plundering
have
at me
go
on and get me
something
to eat
go
on and get me
turning myself blind
the
key
I
can’t see
where
to pee
in
the dark
anymore
where
the
wear
of
water
salt
and
purpose
goes
to
current
spin
neck
craning
the
cloud islands
in
the sky
telling
my eyes
which
way
the
wind says
get
in
and
ride
tide
yourself in
all
the low chariot
swung
razors of time
thin
carving
your
crazy
close
enough
to
your fine
that
bleeding
is
all the wardrobe
and grind
your
voice needs
EJR
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