I stop the paper boats
The wind peeks out on tiptoe
I kill you with a kiss
And the crime is discovered
I ask the cigarette butts for their license
I turn off my eyes of cats
The sunset sitting on my knees
He eats an orange
My lost days from yesterday gallop away
My days today sleep
Early in the morning hungry death
And he has breakfast at 4 or 5
And I know I'm there, I'm there
I'm on that list
Grandpa falls asleep in the chair ³n
His grandson looks at him, and laughs
The clouds cry stones
Stones that stone my dreams

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