Now that i've met my lonely neighbor, Consequence,
We spill our wine on the rug and call it our first offense.
Forgiveness, my old friend still lingers by the fence.
But, I fed my hands to the wolves now i'm left without defense.
You say, "lightning."
I say, "let's jump in."
We're just made of skin.
When the lightning hit the lake
teeth shake like an earthquake.
Not to sleep but to drag color into the wake
And speed into morning after.
Oh, how we tickled the belly of the lake
And rolled in its laughter.
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