Solid granite presses against
my back as I look up to the sky
back and forth my hand moves
unable to follow the
journey of simple space dust
follow me my dear
and we will speak of little else
the moon shall shelter us
for she knows our secrets
she knows the shaking cold sweat
as paranoia shifts through the body
and the blood red stains on
linoleum titles are sequential
those who share one soul, one
mind, one body - beware
martrying the cow is not the
answer
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