Kara-van
I like
your hand
when it moves across the table top
If god
were real and needed a rib
to make you for me I'd let god take it
with
a
sledgehammer
Kara, Kara, Kara Van
I walk
across the parking lot
through cross fades, streetlights and prenumbras
your house
is up on the left
I really miss
feeding your
fish
Kara, Kara, Kara Van
At first it was Keira, but thought it sounded like Knightly pining than the idea of a moving target it was intended to be about.
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