I'm coming up from a cloud
You said one more, why not --
I'll catch everything that falls
I'm too hollow to be proud
You said hold on, it gets better
And other words to round me out.
He dragged her there to here
Never touched a thing
The diver waiting to dive
From the brink, ecstatic
I'm digging into the ground
You said why so overdone, fond lover
I liked you better from over there
Where the screaming wind was a sight to see
But nothing much to feel.
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