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Favorite Joanna Lyrics
Nathan Thomas
John Morgan
and you've changed so o o ome
Thomas Barnes
During my shittiest year I broke down to the "Why the long face" part in Sawdust and Diamonds
Ryder Perry
wherever you go,
little runaway bunny,
I will find you.
And then she ran,
as they're liable to do.
Parker Jackson
Any of the ones where she describes sex with Andy Samberg
Brandon Gonzalez
I'll wait for you,
alongside the ocean,
and make do
with my no-skin.
But then, Long-life,
will you let me in?
And then, Slow-heart,
are you gonna know him?
Long-life, speak your name.
I wait, while I decry the wait.
And when I die, may I relate:
Slow heart, congregate.
Easton Baker
Robert Bailey
Until then we pray and suspend
the notion that these lives
do never end
Carter Hernandez
The ties that bind they are barbed and spined
Lincoln Brooks
Daddy long legs ;)
You finally "come around" then?
Isaac Fisher
AH NA NANANA NA NANANANNA NA NA NA NA NA NA - peach plum pear
Blake Jenkins
And Emily, I saw you last night by the river
Dominic Stewart
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
Swearing that our hair stood on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
For the Western front where our work might count
O mercy! O God!
Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
And what lies under the city is gone
Look and despair
Look and despair
Xavier Howard
Last night, again
You were in my dreams
Several expendable limbs were at stake
Hunter Peterson
Never get so attached to a poem
You forget truth that lacks lyricism
Eli Lee
Now I'm listening to milkeyed mender again, are you happy op?
Connor Smith
>I killed my dinner, with karate
>Kick em in the face, taste the body
>Shallowwwww work, is the work that I do
Lincoln Jackson
Fuck forgot pic
Thomas Sullivan
Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Don't come near me. Don't go missing
And in the lissome light of evening:
Help me, Cosmia; I'm grieving
Anthony Walker
I picture you rising up in the morning
Stretching out on your boundless bed
Beating a clear path to the shower
Scouring yourself red
Jason Brooks
No one knows what is coming,
Or who will harvest what we have sown,
Or how I've been dulling and dumbing,
In the service of the heart alone.
Or how I am worn to the bone by the river,
And in the river made of light,
I'm your little life-giver,
I will give my life.