Burleigh
Each car
keeps stopping
Ten steps
behind me
There crushed and wondering where they are
And my feet
Get covered
By green roots and
grow stubborn
This street where
I will stand old
and I smell smoke again
Green sweaters
and golf shoes
They drained you
Into a swimming pool
Soon the grass will turn to dust
But my life
grows bigger
And i feel
no trouble
Storms will always head to sea
and I smell smoke again
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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else
Isolation, isolation, isolation
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