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disrepair; wrecking balls dent when they collide
and i don't care for the way the wind blows sometimes
the buckeye state leaks sweat and petrol and everything else
that we create in falling all about ourselves

laughable, you think you're the exception to the rule
and i do, too, i think i'm twice as ripe as you
and senescence comes earlier than you'd expect
but i digress, we're nothing more than pride and sex

long solstice glance, half-hashed out plan
once more, i'm back watching you dance
my weathered peach, your bluish-green
keep my face clean, indian creek

whole wheat bread and song and perfume in your stead
to live again, and to efface my discontent
to tell the truth, i knew the book was overdue
but i eschewed pages i thought might run you through

long solstice glance, half-hashed out plan
once more, i'm back watching you dance
my weathered peach, your bluish-green
keep my face clean, indian creek