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Salamander - Lana Del Rey
Get out of my blood salamander
I can't seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head
Soul cycle you to death run you out of my blood to San Pedro
And yet everywhere I go it seems there you are
And there I am
I don't want to sell my stories anymore stop pushing me
Some stories aren't meant to be sold
Some words aren't meant to be told
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten
Or remembered should my thoughts
Come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day
Or by you some afternoon
To thumb through with your worn warm after-work hands
I love you but you don't understand me I'm a real poet
My life is my poetry my love making is my legacy
My thoughts are about nothing and beautiful and for free
You see the things that can't be bought can't be evaluated
And that makes them beyond human reach
Untouchable safe otherworldy
Unable to be deciphered or metabolized
Something metaphysical
Like a view of the sea on a summer day
On the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window
A thing perfect
And ready to become a part of the texture of
The fabric of something more ethereal
Like Mount Olympus where Zeus sent Athena
And the rest of the immortals to play
