so the ship sweeps through sleepy seas
the pots and the plates dressed in sneakers and felt
careful with your feeble footsteps
the world is deaf to your falsetto screams for help
write me a letter
send it through a kite made of rain
sorry they cut your hair
but i'll make it all better
i'll bring my magenta machine gun
if you promise to play dead in bare
How did you know I like getting letters?
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