in the copper fields
rusting apart beneath your toes
those tones,
oh those tones
rustled apart beneath my prose.
I wrote the stories
in those copper plains
blowing about around me
as I lie,
oh, you lied
blowing smoke from your teeth
We composed those musicals
drowning in the copper dust
billowing up, surrounding us
as I prayed,
oh, you preyed
upon all my sustenance
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