hijack my thoughts, steal my mind
invade me, charter me, with ceaseless words
anything other than the release, not half as sweet
as syllabic dreaming and infinite moment.
I'm growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
But with such a high standard of living. more..
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