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Messes Of Men 
Hard
by MewithoutYou
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each caravelle
Tiring and there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch a lens,
from we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no could outrun
The cloth on the like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd never someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I taste its kiss, that hook in my lip
is a memory as as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and we we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of we knew
If ever you come near I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I show you anything as beautiful as You
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