wake up! wake up! we're all gonna die!

go plow some other field
try and forget my name see what harvest yields, and,
supposing I'd do the same...

you're a door-without-a-key,
a field-without-a-fence
you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since...
if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun...
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

I do not exist only you exist

mewithoutyou

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