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Swoon like a net swaying in the air,

Slip-sliding down a hole.

Knots in our hair, brush me harder.

Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down,

You're a pomegranate, you're sweet,

You race over fresh water.

Can I blot you out like ink on paper?

Will I always follow you around?

I catch the fly in my palm,

Cold starts to burn, dropping it down.

Can't learn, can't learn, I can't learn;

Clothes line suicide.