You’re only ever understood in parts.
The difficulty and the pleasure are both essential.
You could begin with feast, then nighttime and touch.
Nobody is ever anybody else, right?
The difficulty and the pleasure are both essential.
A line that ends and starts with intention.
Nobody is ever anybody else, right?
Everyone knows it doesn’t count for much.
A line that ends and starts with intention.
I want to dish myself something real, and
Everyone knows it doesn’t count for much.
No misfortune, sunny present, or genuine wild.
I want to dish myself something real, and
In the end, this is just playing. I play.
No misfortune, sunny present, or genuine wild.
There’s a satire in this texture, the actual grief.
In the end, this is just playing. I play.
My true calling is in not feeling lonely all the time and in my sight.
There’s a satire even in this texture, the actual grief.
Some are so good and some are pretty forgettable.
My true calling is in not feeling lonely all the time and in my sight –
That wild reinventing way I can be gruff, honest, and true, but
Some are so good and some are pretty forgettable.
Still, there’s discovery: this will make a way in the world.
That wild reinventing way I can be gruff, honest and true.
Maybe the best thing is to just donate the heart, my heart.
Still, there’s discovery: this too will make a way in the world.
What is held to love and lore wanders beside me, a harboring.
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