Friday, Fun Sex and Broken Illness

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Dizzy

Dizzy little summer sets

With broken props

And little preps

Lets fall

and fall

Till we regret

Our doubt

About

The song

We sang

To Her...



Dizzy

Little memory

With shortened spars

And concave bars

Waiting

Waiting

For the

Hating

Hating

But still it never

comes...



Dizzy

Spinning mind

With trying times

All self supported

And self conducted

But wishing with

Broken Claws

To shoot the soakened

Paws

And maybe I'll never

Regret Again



Oh so Dizzy

Dizzy with solitude

And wishing her

And brushing her

And healing her

And taking her

But never having her

With all my heart

And shorn shoals

Will cry again...

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