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It'll be blessed by her eyes, on the gulf coast of Florida
I will not desert him, I will not desert him
I started this letter, I’m going to send it to Ruba

Saying, "Time take us forward, relief from this longing
I put my face in the dirt and then finally I'll see

In the freezing darkness of my room"
Or these trees to undress all their leaves onto me
That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father

With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit
She'll recite the prayer of my pen
No matter, how I may wish for a coffin so clean
All these pills that I take, trying to balance my brain
The sky that has been avoiding me
See the curious girl with that look on her face
Just give me November, the warmth of a whisper
They can land that plane on my heart, I don’t care
But no matter, what I would do in an attempt to replace