Do you mind
That I ever crawl into your mind
Like a buried mess underneath the bed
As you do, mine
To cope, I used to dream
I fantasized of made amends
But a dream deferred is as good as dead
And the seed grows old and red
Whe you give a little, and lose a lot
You lose everything you keep inside
Concrete cars, and boarded boxes
Everything you tried to hide
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