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Last Year's Gas






She moves from resolutions to realizations
From superficial to penetrating
Arson is exhilarating

After tragedy comes triumphant
Give time some time, change is constant
It will be wonderful for an instant

Between two storms life is funny
Passionate about living but apathetic about money
Silence makes her brown eyes sunny

She makes eye contact when she dances
If she's had a good day she makes it romantic
Forgets you slept on the couch on a night quite frantic

She does tricks but not fetch and roll over
She plays dead when Bear comes over
She hides her paraphernalia in a cannot
Her body fills my hands hot
I bumble she crumbles
holds me tight when she hears gunshots
There's a difference between soft and humble
I kick rocks so she don't stumble. 

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