It Was Love That Laid Us Low

I dreamt of a Russian doll bride

Who spawn on the points of the feet like a child

But I had the terminal pride of an older man

As it passed over a cross on a post

But the angle decends in the shape of a crow

And buries its beak in our unfused bones like its okay

Like a moth goes sad and soft in the streetlights umbilical glow

It was love that laid us lowI worked out of town after dark

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