you don't bathe tonight.
in the gulfs.
frost, but quiet confidence.
the girl over atop the cliff
selling faith for nothing and nothing less
abundance of overconfidence
and the sun will see you through.
once you thought you were safe
the moonlight.
and all the air is cool, and the world
is sleeping, calm, tranquil.
conscience will beg at your door.
and i hope your heart swells.
ill send Jorge over right away.
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