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Tonight the captains are bad.
Searching for a dim and shore.
the sluts, the drifters and the thieves,
he dream of landing anymore.
Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through doors,
swinging out to cement from sticky, hard tile floors.
These are the routes we wander girl, goddamn day,
so hard and wipe them dreams away.

to life again.

The and the cold killed the men and the dogs.
Last of sun and all winter it's gone.
at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists.
Stuffed into sacks and tossed into drifts.

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me deep into my chest,
my head, into my dreams, into my sleep.

These dreams these days give me no peace.