Wasted day
Waste away
Where the wind ends
And the bodies begin
Rolling down the stream
Why should I love you?
If it’s a lie
River red
Rain is red
Where the clouds part
There is no sun
Just the eye
Only the eye
Cuts me in half
Sews me back together
Sends me down the river
Wastrels cling
To material things
But I cling to
The river bed
I cling
To dear life
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