permanent
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The waters will still flow,
Snow will still melt,
The wind will still blow,
We are all harnessed to a life belt.
The sun will still shine,
The moon will still rise,
Must be fate’s design
What a feeling it must be,
To fall and tumble and fly so free.
To fling yourself from a rooftop high,
To call your friend and say goodbye.
And beware the man,
dressed in black.
Holding a gun.
Why do I write in pencil?
I'm afraid of permenant feelings.
Why is your name in Sharpie?
Because you're already permenant, darling.
