I was a high number all the time
to take the books off the shelf
and be pumped for brine
I had fallen
in a shallow bay
hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey
and I had high wrinkles all the time
and I had high wrinkles all the time
and I had melodies in my spine
when I laid down on the stormy blueprints
where your life in architecture dried
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