for my new friend, who i think would get along with leonard cohen and certainly gets along with me.
make the world happy inside your head
i promise outside, you've got friends
we have to crack to begin again
taste the light the leaks inside our brains
will you walk with me
in the purity of the breaking?
the bridges buckle under a moon so full
and we can almost taste the bay
it's just a chilled yesterday soup
to drink it might just make us brave
i'll hold your hand
if you just stay
and i'll mold your purpose out of clay.
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