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planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed sifting through the ground where the corn grows levitating from the inside out your skin is shaking you're moving your mouth but no words come out no words come out your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field where a jet plane collides with my windshield every time I think of you? I've only wanted to lay next to you with no words allowed no words allowed when we're buried underground meet me in the dead people's lounge my skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones all peaceful and perfect we won't make a sound we won't make a sound sixty years later and so far from Iowa the boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would after all these years and these miles fall in love with his grandchild I fell in love with his child I fell in love with you, child
