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The year was unrelenting
We argued all the time
I obliterate your positions
And you know just how to obliterate mine
Online, we talk or
Say we talk, mute and block
I should turn this thing off
I know I should give it up
So I took a walk down the road
And at the bottom of the hill
A little river overflowed
And a swamp in the eddy had filled the ditch
With bullrushes and reeds, black water puckered with bodies
We argued all the time
I obliterate your positions
And you know just how to obliterate mine
Online, we talk or
Say we talk, mute and block
I should turn this thing off
I know I should give it up
So I took a walk down the road
And at the bottom of the hill
A little river overflowed
And a swamp in the eddy had filled the ditch
With bullrushes and reeds, black water puckered with bodies
Water striders, mosquitoes pierce my jeans
Try to really see the beauty
The blue and green
Light green, and yellow green, and blue green, and grey green
And red green, muddy green
But all I can see today is black
Like the new moon sky
Like when you close your eyes
Those stars don't guide you anywhere
But there is no other there
No any other anywhere, but here
Now it falls, the first tear
And when they hold the election
This argument may end
Try to really see the beauty
The blue and green
Light green, and yellow green, and blue green, and grey green
And red green, muddy green
But all I can see today is black
Like the new moon sky
Like when you close your eyes
Those stars don't guide you anywhere
But there is no other there
No any other anywhere, but here
Now it falls, the first tear
And when they hold the election
This argument may end
But everything depends on it still, if we don't argue, they will
I can't even watch the starlings fly when I know I can't count
Even on this, tangle of grasses
The chance is this
Everything balanced on a kiss
Penetration of peel and pith
A body puckers the surface to take a breath
I can't even watch the starlings fly when I know I can't count
Even on this, tangle of grasses
The chance is this
Everything balanced on a kiss
Penetration of peel and pith
A body puckers the surface to take a breath
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