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Feeling fine I am a paper cup full of ice An inter-dimensional (being) Laughing And Agreeing Take off your disguise, Beautiful Let me see those pearly-eyes Ruby lips Diamond cheek bones May I kiss? May I sit? Good to see you Great to be here Can I pour you some tea? Two cubes of sugar A tad of cream A little rat poison To help you dream Half-closed eyes And leaning Gossamer dreaming As you play piano For no reason at all You play with the treble Line to line Perfect pretty rhytm Dancing in time The melody of your thin dress And the shape it reveals Limbs and weeds The music swells A dash of lust Your summer smell A fragrant perfume The jump of eyes Northward Eastward Westward Skys The spark of  fingers A flash electric blue The kitchen light Is dripping on you The teeth of your smile The color of white *No my love I cannot stay With summer here It's time to play If your mother says you can't come out I'll stand outside I'll scream I'll shout Over radios And t.v screens Shooting cap pistols At everything Because last night I had a dream You called on the phone I heard your  whisper Infinite dial tone On the reciever Lie dreamer*
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
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Feeling fine I am a paper cup full of ice An inter-dimensional (being) Laughing And Agreeing Take off your disguise, Beautiful Let me see those pearly-eyes Ruby lips Diamond cheek bones May I kiss? May I sit? Good to see you Great to be here Can I pour you some tea? Two cubes of sugar A tad of cream A little rat poison To help you dream Half-closed eyes And leaning Gossamer dreaming As you play piano For no reason at all You play with the treble Line to line Perfect pretty rhytm Dancing in time The melody of your thin dress And the shape it reveals Limbs and weeds The music swells A dash of lust Your summer smell A fragrant perfume The jump of eyes Northward Eastward Westward Skys The spark of  fingers A flash electric blue The kitchen light Is dripping on you The teeth of your smile The color of white *No my love I cannot stay With summer here It's time to play If your mother says you can't come out I'll stand outside I'll scream I'll shout Over radios And t.v screens Shooting cap pistols At everything Because last night I had a dream You called on the phone I heard your  whisper Infinite dial tone On the reciever Lie dreamer*
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Equatorial Guinean
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
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