Bang, Back, and Still Blue
bang, back to me you come, twice, bang, bang, and bursting, at the seams with light and food and sounds like an old bagpipe, you parade my mind, you bastard, my big little baby, my mind, my baby, oh my, oh my, maybe with lies once tasty, and with patterns of behavior now shaky, blinded by sunlight but shady, these fantasies who rape me, or those who poorly rate me, and spit on my quality, they smile but shame me, time tells tales that take me back to you, you bastard, and ocean waters.. still blue
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