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Like It Should Be

Let’s run away tomorrow

and live in a yurt

Many nights entwined and

days spent in the dirt

On a farm growing flowers,

spinach, and fruits

We’d entertain each other;

always in cahoots


Let’s fly away next weekend

and stay in hotels

Impulses pulse together

we run like gazelles

With capes flowing behind us

to find the next thrill

A twenty hour chapel

and headaches that kill


Let’s drive away in July

and camp under stars

With backpacks and gas lamps

finding all that’s ours

Traipsing aimlessly about

Searching out fossils

Making shit up like we are

the goddamned apostles

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