drenched

Don't Get Drenched
9-25-18

Dear Abbey
Sole priest from the west
Over to the east
What have you against me now in the gravity of troubles
Just as much as I can take in all critical excerpts as to protect my headphones
From the rain for the sea to the plump face in our Skivvy's room
Loving as Ursula Reed
What has become of her where I often by my eyes
In the nick of time yea, she inquires of me as well for heaven and hell
Not in that particular order among ones face in the mirror
As one to believe in miracles
Time to walk on over and wait for my stagecoach
In all timeless themes of crimeless dreams
On the boulevard of broken times all in Omphalos
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