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Comfort is what we need, my baby
Listen and I'll show you how.
The side walk's the carpet
And the Bushes are the wall
Through the sky last night
he covers his young
The cold blocks the cold wind whistling through
Where the Sidewalk's the carpet
And the busshes are the walls
The moons his lamp
And the world's his door
His eyes bleed salt crystal ice
And his hair, deeply swooshing sliced paper cuts
Where the sidewalk's the carpet
And the bushes are the walls
The moon's his lamp
And the world's his door
His young sleeping firmly inbetween
kneecaps and pockets
Dreams of days resembling life
Where the sidewalk's the carpet
and the bushes are the walls
The moon's his lamp
And the world's his door
Kneecaps and pockets, dreams of days resembling life
In
the
morning
to
the
sound
of
worldfull
news,
slapping
portraits
he
arises
with
his
feet
to
attack.
Like
comaraco
worms,
needles
with
teeth,
he
takes
his
young
into
his
hand,
and
folds
into
a
little
square
and
slips
it
in
his
sock.
He
puts
it
in
his
sock.
It fits into his sock?
Oh
yeah.
He then walks away
With one foot
Tapping the pavement
And the other
kicking up mulch