Little fly, go away.

Why do you stay so?

Little fly, I mean it.  I do care for you.

Well, hello.  You are funny.  Tedious, but cute.

I want you to go away.

I'll carry you and love you to the safest place I know.

And when I leave you, I will miss you, think of you, and wait.

When are you coming home?

Into the wide open sky with no answers

I dream of dying and reuniting

To an origin I have never travelled to

A place of comfort and orange skies

Forever westbound against the sea

I want to swim into the mouth of sin

I hear La Llorana sing about comforting

While my best friend and I enjoy our tea

Away from the thunderstorms

Beyond the tallest challenges

A return to a place called home

I will meet you there

I feel like I'm losing.

To the booze
to the men
to the triumph I had in my head
to the Christmas wish from 1992
And a sealed card resting in a suffocated box

Lilacs are dead and snow doesn't fall
It's me. Can I be on T.V.?

To the hair that is dead and to the paved streets
I've so longed to dance on

You, go to sleep and let me do the talking
I'll go and update your prescriptions
I'll remember everything

To the energy, the sweet, ignorant and naive energy
I miss with every dreamed kiss a cold body away

Give me peace.
Give me solace.
Give me time.
Give me more hunger.

I'm not finished yet.

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