Harshly, you hit
the road’s tide
Souvenirs, in your
eyes
Wayward stranger
with crooked teeth,
Send all your
keepers home
And play by the
colours old.
Time will run its
course with you
Bruise you, burn
you
And make you new.
So send all your
kingdoms home
The grace never
leaves us all.
And don’t go
walking
With the same old
ruse
Don’t you know I was
Never made for
two?
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