Next Love
7-12-20
In Frequencies and fabrics
Where I bump into you
For a used plow out of a cloud
Reaching her way away from me
Neither to conquer any in shutting up ones sepulchre
Chilling my Annabel Lee in her tank for two
For the sound of the sea in gold and crowning
In the empty storms and voices praying about the world
In glimmer and shake
Not enough to really be
On another Summer night out proudly light fidelity
Where I chase you up again
in wont care no such hamlet
Stare along our patrol....
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