round-about my head swirls a horse
orange-red colored suede
trickles down my neck, unpaid
with guns in his pockets
and silver-gold lockets
he takes me out over the sea
and makes me a nice glass of tea
but it was drugged
kisses led from hugged
shoulders, tied down to the rails
with sugar ants marching the trails
my mesas and rivers all winding
sooner or later finding
that i will not exist
in the future, i persist
i'll be gone
under a lawn
ashes to ashes. dust to dust.
i must go, yes, i must
but not right now, i do have time
to take a time and call it mine
my time is now, it's now or never
it's forever
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