I'd really like to help you, man.
Nervous messed up marionette.
Floating round on a prison ship.
Stages, phases, pages
Close it, set it down, walk away
In search of the sweet spot,
The right shot,
Shaking loose the choking slipknot.
Sliding, slinking, sleek,
Among the inky peaks,
Glittering quicksilver, throwing spray,
Still arcs above the fray,
Ripping, slipping, throwing, flowing.
Clenched fists,
Biting crystalline bliss,
Breathe it in,
You will not pass this way again.
You will not pass this way again.
Close it, set it down, walk away
In search of the sweet spot,
The right shot,
Shaking loose the choking slipknot.
Sliding, slinking, sleek,
Among the inky peaks,
Glittering quicksilver, throwing spray,
Still arcs above the fray,
Ripping, slipping, throwing, flowing.
Clenched fists,
Biting crystalline bliss,
Breathe it in,
You will not pass this way again.
You will not pass this way again.
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Dude, did you write that? That's some fine poetry, man.
Aw shucks.
crap
whoops, meant to sign me name
crap
Can a Tambourine Man play a song?
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