You drove a fishing lure into my palm
And told me it was just the beginning
That all homes house beds
And form is just another word
You pointed to the sky
But it was really just a mirror
And all the words I breathed into it
Bounced off and floated on
Like tiny crystal clouds
You gently ****** out of the air
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
You drove a fishing lure into my palm
And told me it was just the beginning
That all homes house beds
And form is just another word
You pointed to the sky
But it was really just a mirror
And all the words I breathed into it
Bounced off and floated on
Like tiny crystal clouds
You gently ****** out of the air
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