The plan’s already gotten wobbly
I’ll still pull something out of it probably
sure enough it would be an anomaly
trouble fucking up the secret world
reminding me that nothing’s sacred
reminding me that nothing’s perfect
And still and yet I feel I’ll make it
and still and yet I feel I’ll work it
hush hush little one it’s okay
rest and rise another day
nothing but to laugh and play
I’ll say it three times love you love you
so I’ll negotiate a firm intent
Tomorrow I’ll blow my last present
of fealty to the secret world
while you quite calm are curled
what
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