So dangerous, so dangerous
What shall we do with this undoing?
You asked for the breath of the world on your neck
And when it turned sour, you scurried away
So outrageous, quite contagious
The way you feel yourself high up in the tree
Ready to tread on broken limbs
And sore feet...
To feel the burning booze delete the sky above.
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