LXXXV: integrated psyche

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Hold down my mind with the hands of yours
Lift me up when we ride the dark horse
Dumb conversations I adore
We talked all day
until my eyes get sore

Hold me down with your glamorous affairs
Infinite chit-chats as I walk down the stairs
Pinched my teeth with a smile
We're away in a thousand mile
Drink all my love,
until it's fragile

Jan. 20, 2023
von frederick, integrated psyche

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