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how many walking saints
did you have
how many nights in birch
did you keep
how many blue skies
did you sleep under
how many armies
did you seduce
how many doors
did you walk through
how many eyelids
did you peer through

you said
I’m moving into you

good lord

(keep the harmonica going boys
I have the Pentecostal blues)

how many senses of humor
did you squander
how many organs
did you kill
how many sons
did you rename

good lord

I’m moving through you

drop it to c and keep the e
baby
I’m moving through