Errata

Early morning bluesbody in situmind reclines on crashingsurf, early morning blues,something snaps.Text lines, fast trackwashed up on grey tideracked with imagesof you.Sweet smellskin smell,I want toburrowinside of youbecome the lightbehind your eyes.Simplicity is a gift,lightly gartered itrestores the twistof life’s package.Love is notwhat you say it is,love was never meantto be sad like this.