Scotland’s before you

With a gray moustache

Wake up

.

While its sandy skin

Shines through the leaf

Wake up

.

Eyelids half-shut as your

Will as your mouth as your —

Wake up

.

You two don’t talk

Sole sound’s the sips

And your delicate

Throat

.

There’s no need

If you two talked

All night to each

Other

.

— Wake up

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