XV.
sometimes I feel I can take more away than they can
but it isn’t true Is it
the story ends the song goes on the dirty pacing on goes
the end the start the knot the kick at you they
are not your clothes
arms cross over
uncross cross over
uncross on goes
man in his quintessence
I feel I can take you wait
than they you wait father is gone
mother gone
in her
they have cut me in half
arms cross over
uncross you wait on goes a woman
a woman stops in half
like this there is no more
