you
and brace
counted, took
heard a kick
heed you
crickets on the night
slipping of panic
the waltz means
shouldn't
didn't prowl
hypocrisy be sombre
early to you
turns, she's there
for ordinary intent passed
now you're the string
out into comfort
didn't feel steps
a Clementine made fingers
shadow might have told good
dice that luck, hunter boy
shouldn't that reputation
take mine
money's well to do good
mean tainted heart
when you're not
reputation
speak.
This is probably too experimental for my comfort...it's sort of accidental creativity. Based on 'Good Intent' by Kimbra.
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