even with all my facebook friends
i am alone
and i'm sure you kids
don't ever think about all that stuff
the quiet forests of confinement
a resonance of jazz that is
here it says easy
a breeze of calm, cool
quietly screaming that same sad song
i guess you shouldn't rush a good sentence
into a new clean stream
the conscience of real airs
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slip inside my sleeping bag
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