Night's changing.

changing.

The spider seemed the levitating headlights,

while deer and high dumb on the bushes,

and three stakes hang from the branches

with small tree in front of a house

was climbing out of a moon.

No, Z he looks back through the window, tangled up in the sheets and she's smiling sweet,

talking softly and asleep.

He hives down to the driveway.

He hives down to the driveway,

he stumbles to his car parked down the street,

and he turns a team. Oh, But stills moves on the horizon like the dryer.

It's this moves on the horizon

like the dry of the the hospital so ancient but

they're scratching at the rising sun. Inside he gathers his sticks,

now was scattered bodies

scattered bodies of his past out friends

in a drunken spin. To the young young says, hey what's going on?

The

Hey what's going on?

The shadows just see dark in the face.

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