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For Sia wake up unscrubbed, sleep still in the eyes, dream crusted, probably unaware, child, that you are a poem sleeping when a little girl, reverting, designing real from dreams, processing, reforming, the dreams lusting to be poems to go awandering no wonder you have more first names than the rest of the world combined who you gonna be this day? undecided? a new name adopted? why not... did you think I didn't notice? the degree of yours ungranted, I favor most is the one you never take unless given but always only offer all: friend escapade thy 'they' thru their assorted flavors, nose rings, tongue piercings, take 'em all, on the train ride to see Sia run see Sia play see Sia read see Sia lead her troupe known only to me as the Sherwood Forest Baker Street Irregulars on adventures all over the U.K. someday you will get a degree from Peter Pan in all grown-up-ness, settling down, but I surely hope not, for I will then be sadder, way sadder than I am even now, a different generation man, when forgone, missing, the little dream crusted girl
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
See Sia Run
For Sia wake up unscrubbed, sleep still in the eyes, dream crusted, probably unaware, child, that you are a poem sleeping when a little girl, reverting, designing real from dreams, processing, reforming, the dreams lusting to be poems to go awandering no wonder you have more first names than the rest of the world combined who you gonna be this day? undecided? a new name adopted? why not... did you think I didn't notice? the degree of yours ungranted, I favor most is the one you never take unless given but always only offer all: friend escapade thy 'they' thru their assorted flavors, nose rings, tongue piercings, take 'em all, on the train ride to see Sia run see Sia play see Sia read see Sia lead her troupe known only to me as the Sherwood Forest Baker Street Irregulars on adventures all over the U.K. someday you will get a degree from Peter Pan in all grown-up-ness, settling down, but I surely hope not, for I will then be sadder, way sadder than I am even now, a different generation man, when forgone, missing, the little dream crusted girl
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
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