The hair is blonde and falls
Down your face
An unsuccessful attempt
To try and erase
The fog is blue and settles
Settles with the heat
This bitching is familiar i can
Trace you with my feet
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The matter is not where we go
But how long it will last
The question is how fast
This is not a test, it's just an ask
And the question is how fast
A bird that's small enough
To winter in your ear
Bleeds you draining cup of oil
It's bitter, makes me cheer
? grasping body front
? cleaning into moon
Sheets are wrapped around i will be
Joining you there soon
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And the question is