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Sunny Old Scabs
As the chaos clams all simmer down
We date our long-awaited plans
And we'll meet again
To know and feel what we've missed
Through many sunny scabs
And dull blue rains
Like water color paints
Bleeding down the canvas
Oh, how the sun will scab and heal!
And concave down drolling drains
Close into a drowning kiss
With sweat that moans away
Down our backs and drools like rain
Closer, closer, closer
Do we tread through the shallow swamps
Close and sweaty we'll become
All but blends does the passion
That dwells in the heart of our hearts
Passion lives and breathes
Breathes damp breath to fog our eyes
Damp breath to fog the sunny old scabs
