art is the key
she says
i lie on my
floor and
back
of the future
my way up to
her.
it's gone
he says
that love we had before
those wine and
roses
you took my heart and shook it
lady.
past the future busses
passed the stunted rain
burns a whole for me
in that song you sang
past the president
in his lonely spent
hollow offices, got you off of this
where's your residue? and your revenue?
and your money spent?
where my love goes
the flow goes
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