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By distant moon Date: 2008 May 29 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.29.21.45.9289]] |
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She sows and she reaps, they're both fast asleep, nightgown or none and are broken alone, out in the dark and right up through dawn he's sleeping abroad; judging by the law. And oh, trauma sets her down hard, she's out to make her own. There's danger in this outfit she wears to bed out here. The world ain't alone, when it's pulling us in, forces below want what we want again. Over and over, touch wears away all of the pain that suffers our face. And oh, trauma sets us down hard, we're out to save our world. There's danger in this outfit we wear to bed out here. ...too bad, she's out here. |