look whut they've done to us

.

                               i hear'd
                        you're thuh recluse
                                 alone
                       raising your beauty
                                 in the
                                 hovel

                                    i
                      mar thuh city center 
                 'mongst thuh pigeonz and
                              squirrelz 
                                (I) lie
                                 and
                                  lie
                    'bout the salt streaks
                          shading mine 
                             overcoat
                           each splash
                        thinks uv yourn

                  they strip'd ourn sheath
                       from ourn thewz
                         yet in secret
                            they too

                         (I) miss you
                      (I) only see (you)
                       whence pneuma
                               cry
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