lewis
raze i grew up to need you
felt the weight of the world
satire impaired
must have said that out loud
she turned around and smiled
at me
i bought her clothes
she carved me a road
we ran the days
'til they got shorter
and the plane
it flew
into the moon
i'm a rake
in the reeds
i can't sing words
that aren't mine to give
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what's it to you?
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