A headache love
And a freeway dove
Gave birth to an inconsistent dove
In Marrakech.
A windless whisper
And a saxophone
Produced an ugly, charming tone
Now issuing from my gramohpone.
The world's a-bustling
The leaves a-rustling
My street's alive
I am left but to dive.
I sit very still
In the aftermath of a kill
And the sick light from the window sill
Hates me.
I'm alone!
No, never so...
For how can one who does not exist
Claim any woe?
I have lost density
Acquiring fluid propensity
For all winds and chills
That your heart busily spills.
You have spared your heart
And shot mine with a poisoned dart
You have stretched my soul
And I've just sprouted a hole.
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