ASPIGA LYRICS

"Docks"

Salt and spray set the mood for a bitter tasting mouth. Feet hang low teasing the senses. If the envious hands on the clock didn’t steal time away, I might have enough time to wrinkle. These docks will not give way. These docks will support. Bulk heads support the weight of this life that should surely buckle beneath. I paint a picture so unknown to me just from the scent of a breeze that came from a stranger who just anchored down.

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