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I’ll be soft,
soft as cotton,
ripe for the picking.

Watch the pricks
that form below
the mounds of snow;
cascading needles
in the deep stacks;
clean clouds
with sudden thunderous bolts.

Follow the surface
and exploit the gentle,
but never
never  
dig too deep.

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Loving in distance,
like living in quotes,
makes the heart well traveled,
of vehicles and boats.
To quantify the feeling
is to greed with dignity,
but to poach the lover in patrol
is to force the splitting sea.Loving in distance, 
like living in quotes, 
makes the heart well traveled, 
of vehicles and boats. 
To quantify the feeling 
is to greed with dignity, 
but to poach the lover in patrol 
is to force the splitting sea.

Song Lyrics

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I find myself abandoned. 
I just can stand this, 
when you’re met with the test, 
unholy rest, and godlessness 
as my crest. 
How am I derived? 
The same two cents 
I threw to thrive 
sent me to poverty, 
forming payments, 
from the thoughts I’ve denied. 
I lied to protect the mood, 
detected what was killing you, 
down the drinks to effect the smooth, 
giving too much was my crowning jewel. 
Now, they’ve mined the blood diamonds, 
good riddance of a polished fool, 
as they watched the reds 
send me to the sea marooned.