Lost resolution in the games you play,
And I finally get to spend the summer
With you and I’m not lot without in some castile play
I wrote about longing and all the different ways I got about town
Without anyone ever acknowledging our very public little secret
And ways of communication that led to an joke of empires
And dirt-mud-pies of fruition and I just embraced
Clay for redrock and called you a tree anyways.
Grow with me and casque the stone
And next years whining will leave
Many fruits for the vine in the ulterior complex
Of distance without you –
Not far from the corner and watching. Always.
I keep it interesting, you rather have the fun and I prefer
Nuance of challenge to keep the creativity coming.
I’ll write a little tune and master your radio hits
And the dj is the one you lvoe that doesn’t say hi in v erbals no longer –
We’ve known each other much too long for that.
I rather you prune the poison sumac than buy me a bouqet and suddenly we have flowers and sweet onion for centuries.
The next popped tab is always for you, dear. Enjoy the case while I humdrum to gas station
With partials of shemeckels and a lone lucky single
Bill
And you’re always at the soda machine next to me anyways.
“I like the sounds you make when you push those buttons.”
Break the machine why don’t you – it’ll just be colder with a lil shake to the system dontcha think?
It’s worth a shot to try. / Something new, at least.
Smiling ever as always, worth a murder but just a crow. Another wheel we’ll pick up to recycle and teach them the business.
Rook + Knight, we can play both sides. For good nature, of course.
Privacy is respect of virture dear? Dont ya think?
Keep playing that game, sweetheart. +1 pts for Eternity, you have the leg up on me.
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