DIFFIDENT WANDERLUST
ALWAYS ENDING
Magic the marsh into a solid, the magic of
lists, the idea of numbers, the government of
walking and then I see her face that seems
normal now but wasn't always. Over there's
a guy with his chin in his hand. Is this when
the microphone smells like a beer? Break back
into the safe, you've locked in the key. The
man on the corner of the blue bar, his pants
are down once more. He says 'See that girl,
that girl, she's almost a virgin again.'
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