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"Katherine Song Radio Song" by antiScripsony

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There's a dead seagull on the ground
It's a rectangle

The man knew no motion and he thought it was good
Then he could walk back and forth in a line
And that was pretty alright
And then another two left him moving four direction or a combination of any of the four

The former lifeblood is barely in the city anymore
Which street did we take to the beach
This paper seagull is lying on the ground
Kindergarten Raincoat Owl

I was late on friday morning and
It was okay and
Later on it was an issue and
I'm so bored with everything

I wish you were here, Katherine
It's me and guest beyond reason
I wish it snowed to give this cold validation
You can stay the day

These bricks look weak, though I love the color
I want to smash my foot through the window
A science project from the back of Boy's Life
I wonder about circular dams in canyon settings

I've waited and waited it's finally here for the take
I send my requests to the radio
And the reason you can send mail was my idea
I don't believe that I'm on the radio but I am for your own reasons

I wish you were here, Katherine
It's me and guest beyond reason
I wish it snowed to give this cold validation
You can stay the day

I wish you were here, Katherine
I like your body temperature
I like your innate ability to break my radio
I like how you don't have a name

Katherine I hear you on the radio
I guess I don't it's just a metaphor
It's some excuse for your spirit
I condemn myself from poetry

I wish you were here, Katherine
It's me and guest beyond reason
I wish it snowed to give this cold validation
You can stay the day

I wish you were here, Katherine
I like your body temperature
I like your innate ability to break my radio
I like how you don't have a name



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