Everything stays busy
As you bring the world into me
All its collapsing grinding acted out 
On the bed of the world

Everything passed from you to me
Extracted transformed 
Disposed of

Without taking a second
To ponder 
What it all
Could mean

◄ Your cheatin’ heart

The art of flim ►


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