20 - Logar

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Sailing, sailing

They just can't seem 

To behave, yes

Logar, shut up!  

These woods are vast 

And when I turn 

My head, you're there

It's not calming 

To know you could 

Be eaten up 

At any time

By you who eats

Himself! You're sick-

You little bitch

I'll break you up

Those small toenails

Fuck your polish! 

I'll eat you good!

Oh, calm down, please 

I meant it not

Quit cowering 

You know we're through 

Your time is nigh 

As your soul sits 

Above heaven

Logar, why did

You taste so good

Last Spring- Why, love? 

Why'd you do this?

Send me odd dreams? 

Sympathize not!  

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