these breezie daies, these thumping cloud daies,
all you trees don’t look so hot to me no more
you used to explode
and
now youre blasted and cracked
what
would god say to that
if you told
him what happened to me
where did you go
o angels
youre looking like airplanes
don’t think you can hide
you dark seamy people
the rain isn’t there for
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