Let's make a bet,
I'll raise you those sheets
And you can give me that southern comfort
With some amaretto and a splash of lime,
Refreshing the page to gauge this account.
I'm cashing in quarters, dimes and nickels
For the bigger bill as printed negatives.
May this early morning serve as sedation
So we can laminate this nameless freedom
And put it on the fridge. Vorshtein!
We are the only ones left on this train,
Closing the gap between bridges and bedrooms
So that never too soon, we won't bloom in vain.
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