Inches, just inches
and I can see you sitting on a beach
I can see the love from a tall man and the envious tangerine rotting
May I say you have become every sensible, sensitive touch I give to a pillow case?
you are dear
I will die from the effortless care I constantly push, waiting for Virgina to pack up and move on
I am contracting, but who do you think I am?
baby boy, girl, hills,
and inches
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