Assumption
Private
Clockwork
Made By a Tailor
Firm
Feelings
Great or Good
Ich
Worded War
Modern
Firm
I always knew we were related
but how
Could you pass me that old aged disk
to find
Out what got us separated
we'd know
How to feel in different places
oh oh
I think this might just be inflated
who knows
We could be in knots forever twisting
so cold
We may never get on moving
just hold
Onto my arms until we're sure
don't fold your toes
Nails won't ever break this mould
por favor
Don't ever think of letting go
A solid iron
always keeps its bedded notes

We might not get to know each face
is there more
Or less than us
who has this matrix
Parkour is what you want to see
clearly this sign spells out free
As the bird that left the tree
what do you really want to be
Is it a •firm• or cynical maple spree?
© Paul Francis,
книга «Correlation».
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