The Spider Songs of Mr. Spector
you make me touch your hands for stupid reasons
April 23rd
parting 3
by the resevoir we piled
underneath the picnic table
on the pier my legs stuck out
and burned crisp as red
i may lose friends as easily
as apples from an open bag
good god
but I am glad to be
so fully written
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