Being a grown man

 

The asses I never got

A yellow bulb turns on

Bad people’s happiness

Is like a beacon of heat

Just remember

What did I do ?

 

Bare hand moving out

And the winds kiss it

Rotten memories stirred

In this dusty steppe

Try to imagine

What did I do ?

 

Show you love  in a handful of dirt

Like a bird seeing its first light

Show you love  in a handful of dirt

Like an eagle emptying her mind

 

 

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