When it scrambles for air
When it slides against bare walls
Diamond ring slipping free
Leather wallet bleeds green
When it pushes through waves
When its shouting is mute
When it kicks with cold feet
When its eyes open wide
Silver keys soon to rust
Both sandles are lost
When it breathes its last breath
Your Author:
Sees people as frames, or candles with wicks
Offers judgement on lost causes, and runs
Bears in mind all his past regrets, but lives on
Fears not the future as it approaches, it lingers
Loves rock and roll furniture
- The Royal Tea
So Royal
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