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Once upon a time ago  I thought life could be easy. Look at me  I’m lower Than the sunken place I feel like I’m lost at sea 
Something we don’t know the cost of until it’s too late We don’t know the cost until it’s sunk No primal scream to warn us We don’t know it’s air until we try to hold it
In the light of the lamp creatures come and go, Passing from pen to page in its eerie glow. Far off places full of castles and kings, Places where the world is happy and sings. Sings it does of the wonders of old, 
The wind whistles  And the music howls Through the mountains And up a breeze Following the glowing fire  Catching sparks that sputter
Oh, How much fun it is to be around it. The luxury it lives in With words Making life Out for the ones Who are in the depths of despair. Brings out The reality among The fantasies.
I’d love to sing in the morning night When it’s dark outside but morning over the hill 
Rub my feet Run my bath with petals Champaign chilled in my glass Straws in tin cans Mind of high thoughts in luxury Real men roll the dice Lost in the cold sweats Low tone hum sing the rest
Drape me in silk Bind it all over my body Let your fingers linger along Taking your time to understand my body Long time dripping in luxury of afterprice Heavy weight in ice teach me
Dear YXU,   It has been a while! How ya been, ya schmuck? I’m busting down your doorway and my blood pressure’s up There’s a small stream of spit Trailing form the rabid corner of my mouth
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