Burn
This keyboard is different
I haven't had a doughnut in so long
Wilson walks heavier on my torso
Oh fuck yeah, I'll be over in a couple minutes
Pine needles and cool air
Fall is coming
Insides filled to bursting
Perish the leaves, the earth feeds on them
Remember kayaking the lake, sunset
Remember skiing in the aspens
Moose tracks and snowshoe hares
Okay. I have to go to bed soon.
I will be returning to the workshop in December
You're a cute little teapot
Doesn't love me enough to let me
Begging for release
I have to listen to myself
They'll be short minutes
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