under the skin, there are flames
beneath the flames, our faces
neongreen stars and irises
explosions pamperin' the brain
10 million can't be wrong
illusions become friends
spoken from the edges
rocks and langoliers
in times of hunger,
rhymeless fields grow
elephants and angels
trumpets, bridesmaids
mind the allusions
1-800-datings
in times of satisfaction,
people stop moving
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
under the skin, there are flames
beneath the flames, our faces
neongreen stars and irises
explosions pamperin' the brain
10 million can't be wrong
illusions become friends
spoken from the edges
rocks and langoliers
in times of hunger,
rhymeless fields grow
elephants and angels
trumpets, bridesmaids
mind the allusions
1-800-datings
in times of satisfaction,
people stop moving
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