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See an absorber resist the wringerNot much for palaver & barely a singerThrow a dart at the map, set sight to where it fallsWith years in the rear view & ears in the wallsSlowly, lowly, my oh my onlySlowly but surely the sling is slackeningReduced to a sketch with breath into frostOr something to etch in a lingering pauseDefaulting to solo, collusion is riskyThough each is to follow a neat slug of whiskeyMy fingertips dimpled from quills at your coreO sanguine seeping, six drops shy of a pourSlowly, lowly, my oh my onlySlowly but surely the sling is slackeningSlowly, lowly, my oh my onlyWe'll be there soon my dearWe'll be there soon my dear, we'll be... From Letras Mania