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I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled, and served with the table set.
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman.
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick where you will sit and contemplate your day. I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albms back as you're lying here drifting off to sleep. I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you: you won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free from the teathers of this scene, start a brand new colony where everything will change. We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased).
The sun will heat the ground under our bare feet in this brand new colony. Everything will change.
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