If he had insight, he could invite a lover

Midnight in the moonlight but he knows her

An apricot veiled by a apple bottom

She’ll suffocate his free will like a hot broad to a bastard fish in the wind

Fishing line, can you gouge out his eyes?

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Pour some red wine, colour his heart

So grey down there, can he drown in the sands?

Grains playing games, can he escape? Outside a drug

Crows croaking, snitches glinting cold, default state of mind

Calling, contentment is rowing far away

He’s at the shore, no steamboat.