a good strong jumper
at my window
with firm falling thighs
and hard hitting soles
and loud pouding
heart-type beat
that makes me long
empty groaning for company

i dont mean to be dramatic
its just when you talk over the roaring show
you kill my (eutopia)
like sitting inside when autumn comes
(for an hour of oprah)
this is why we dont get along.

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