pretty eyes

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if I could I would lasso brash past crass cant’s throw them
in the surf run away from hurt grow divine in dirt-
to sympathize with pretty eyes welling up with tears,
the wasted years I peered at life in fear and strife
crying in my beer-
you are near though many miles away
I hear you clearly most sincerely since you went away
you love me more than you can say
you are my dear bright knight
fighting for the right to be okay
you are the tide I am the bay
you are water I am clay.

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