we are a midnight waltz
in a haze of liquor dreams.
be here now
for i am a bird of chance.
you play the apple,
and i’ll strum the serpent.
and let’s promise nothing.
it’s not the rain or the river
but the damp of some sin.
we dew or dew not love.
you stay like a river rock
and i’ll split you an adam.
meanwhile eve will always come again.
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