The highway took time to watch
To view how you farther up
And towards me dwindle guttering
My lips closed dim
While my trampling tottered
Till on the haunting flares I turned
And away distance I glimpsed
Yearning as an ocean bait
Murmuring love as cancer
In all my endless dreams
Before my helpless view
I found myself in an ocean blues
Trash-can reproof to empty
But limped on, perspiration knelled
My heart nailed on the cross
In the Galilee of disgust
My endless dream incurable
Vest vile digress dipsomania
While extent roof chatter
To your styling steps.
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