So long, goodbye
By order of the Pasadena court
So long, goodbye
Five
teeny tiny little teens keep pouring out of my machine
I
window seats on bullet trains
smear land into sky
fear and sorrow
late spring rain, cool purple mist
strawberries big as a baby's
do you remember the man?
standing in front of the tanks
snowbound for another day,
sunrise failed and faded away
now I can't
I heard the sound,
dull smash of shatterproof glass,
everything stopped in
my mother groaned
my father wept
into the dangerous world i leapt
helpless
I was born in a summer storm
grass was cold but
I'm back from the coast
I couldn't make it alone
all the
my cousin is in columbia
hunting down the rebels
over fields of
I wish the war was on,
I know this sounds strange
little fly
your summers play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
and ended your
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