Lewis LaCook

The vigil with the shore

The guitars crash into the shore
We’re breaking out of here
Letters grey behind smoke
Char grass into paths loosen

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I lose you long and ground in fog
Fine I’ll give up vigil canon
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When you step out bath of pollen

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Long edge to the vigil with the shore

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We crash into the shore