There was a time I could have wanted it
Wanted what I thought it was
Wanted what I was with it
Wanted it because
There was a time I could have sunk in it
Sunk in it as a single does
Sunk in it, saying that
What it was, it was
There was a time I could have drowned in it
Drowned in it and facial fuzz
I could have, would have drowned in it
Just because, because
There was a time for fricatives
I felt them standing on my tongue
Felt for fun and felt for food
And what I sensed, I sung.
There will come again some sibilance
Come again that shirring sigh
He will hold me shoulder width
I will hold him shoulder high
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