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../Apollo's Frock
put me back in the cold I'm going to Antarctica it feels like these days our old meeting place in an LA cafe out on the Serengeti the hunt has now begun cause I am tired of you taking from me and I have let you eat the fruit of my tree I am not the one to turn to a laurel wreath for the last time you have crossed my line you could never see you could never see Apollo's frock was always as beautiful always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm Apollo, your frock was always as beautiful as your sister's that your light shined on how can you think you've won when there can be no winners the soul has been lost of the bow and the quiver do you remember amid the clashing swords I'm losing you in the rear view and I have called the Shekhina in and the nine fold and a few other friends you and your predators were warned if the clubs were drawn in for the last time you officially cross my line • BACK |