There was a feather in my head
and a drainpipe in my chest
That dredged into something (I) new
Before, and I think after too.
It stood up sometime around you
and caressed us gently through,
the breathing and panting in the other room,
and it suddened me to know,
It was afraid of you.
So I shall keep you by my side
as the moon shifts the tides
and straightens out my mind
for this one last time
Before we are once again deaD.
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