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| Location | Brooklyn, NY |
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| Introduction | My family does own some land where the river is wide At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side I know that I am now all bitterness and tart Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bone I only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alone Drunken with the children now too many times to complain Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain The latter days are harder than I ever could've known Come back to retrieve me sometime soon If the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending too And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and Always blowing, so my body's bent and bowing Deep into the day's ending in summer The latter days are always panting like a second-comer |