IT’S ALMOST LIKE WALKING DOWN THE SHORE OF MORSE RESERVOIR
AT NIGHT, KICKING ROCKS
BY WHICH I MEAN I HAVE EARNED SOMETHING
BUT THE WATER MADE MY MOTHER SICK ONCE
SO I AM AFRAID TO WADE IN
AND THERE IS SOMETHING HERE THAT I AM AFRAID TO ADMIT
WHICH MIGHT BE LOVE
OR IT MIGHT BE SOMETHING WORSE
IF I TOLD YOU WHAT IT WAS
I WOULD BE AFRAID
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