and pull you in
can kick you out with even greater force:
Force they learned over the phone, trying to
convince Jimmy to keep his life. He's a complete
douchebag now, but good job. My phone
has not rang all day. I am in good company
of All who I ever need to call but I doubt
that they have phones.
I doubt they know the way home.
Home, a flowerless place,
den of the panther of summer's solitude.
Home, a geyser where I sit for hours
hoping that nothing comes bursting out.
But here I am already far beneath the ground the heater's on I could sweat in my dreams and probably will without some kind of underwater kiss. Just send me one. Just send me one. And then I might finally be done.
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