in the deep blood of my youth
a map stick, a sculpture class and I want to
caps on hangers
I see you in velcro sneakers
and I die
we got lost and we lost ¶invited
to a common place
the soul doesn't need words
over the ridge
to the shore in the quiet
I will go again
and I remember your dirty toes
and I wanted to be a real man
and you listened to the boy timid
that time wasn't the last
the last
airbags on his feet
a bottle of beer in the bag
no I'm afraid
the house party is over
my shoes are lost
time clear
we got lost and we were found
at a common place
it doesn't need words
over the ridge
to the shore to a quiet piece again
and I remember your dirty toes
and you wanted to be a real man
and you listened to the boy timidly
that time wasn't the last
the last
that's when we sat
touched the shoreline
the sand stuck to our toes
now I'm already an adult
day You got over pressures
pimples and stages
when next to me I press again
and feel it
when there are no words
but you get control and remind
we have a history
and I remember your dirty toes
and I wanted to be a real man
and you listened to the boy timid
that time was not the last
the last
that time was not the last
last

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