If nothing changes I write you always When the threat At the bottom of the course Climbs and freezes me. Look over there At the end of my finger If nothing changes The sky becomes red Did I tell you The story of that man Who wanted all of The women, the opium? Morality? It died in bed All passes, all breaks The joint, the tired ass. I tell you again That winter is dead Lengthen your braids Stash your bottoms When the lovers Curl up in large numbers All the dead leaves Laugh amongst themselves And there are odds that nothing changes There are odds that nothing changes Where is that shadow going? Lost itself far away On a large number There will be nothing My little fire, I kiss you on your eyes I leave the casing I love you more than a little And there are odds that nothing changes There are odds that nothing changes
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 08:24:39 +0000
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