Just because I can…

you turned my mind into a fart
and gently fanned it away
you lucked me out, wrung me about
and called it a good day

it was november it was december
a bad case of stomach flu
it ended up in tears and cinder
too messed up to be blue

Nicely done charmer of mine
though now mine no more
my mind is air by another name
another wind to the shore

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