i do not think that it was accomplished, by
splashing into the sound late at night, naked,
watched and then held by a stranger
Washington, it needs to be --
just you and me.
Green ravine, it needs to be--
just you and me.
Infinite flannel of moss,
just you and me.
Just you and me and maybe Luke.
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