Who will brave us when they save us?
We have the beauty of the flowers in case everything else sours.
The cockroach would surely sing if it was made of other things.
In the room the women come and go, don't ask them why 'cause they don't know.
My love is like a redred rose that's drowned beneath the garden hose.
Things out of season in a garden become like reason and start to harden.
What is this life if full of care we have nothing to eat or wear.
A silverfish in a silver dish.
Behold the long and short of it--sometimes jasmines smell like shit.
For now the way is very clear for measuring the atmosphere.
Shells and ships travel in clips and crash against our fingertips.
When I die, don't bury me, just throw me in the sky and see if I can fly.
A poet is like a jar that has gone too far.
Honeybees are full of fleas.
What is it about the sun that makes it burn for everyone?
Beneath the yawning velvet bee the village smithy broke its knee.
Crumbly is as crumbly does to forget about what crumbly was.
We have the beauty of the flowers in case everything else sours.
The cockroach would surely sing if it was made of other things.
In the room the women come and go, don't ask them why 'cause they don't know.
My love is like a redred rose that's drowned beneath the garden hose.
Things out of season in a garden become like reason and start to harden.
What is this life if full of care we have nothing to eat or wear.
A silverfish in a silver dish.
Behold the long and short of it--sometimes jasmines smell like shit.
For now the way is very clear for measuring the atmosphere.
Shells and ships travel in clips and crash against our fingertips.
When I die, don't bury me, just throw me in the sky and see if I can fly.
A poet is like a jar that has gone too far.
Honeybees are full of fleas.
What is it about the sun that makes it burn for everyone?
Beneath the yawning velvet bee the village smithy broke its knee.
Crumbly is as crumbly does to forget about what crumbly was.
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