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You pick every word I say With rapt attention. So I tell you about tangerine skies In Vermont, how I shape them. I tell you my dad invented Cuban cigars In Argentina. You heard about the prawns, The ***** and the lilies. A story only I could tell. I could tell it in fluent Yoruba. You watch me sleep like I don't have a care in this world Snorting away while chasing dragonflies and seahorses In my oblivion. You watch me walk in the shadows My gait like gridless frames of a restless gate blown open by the wind. (If I was the night, I would be bright.) Finally you see my hands well adapted to cutlasses and owes, Irrespective experienced with oriental oils and manicures. 'One day I will be king', I thought I said. But you heard it from my mind. You heard it alone. Yesterday we owed this to ourselves. Tomorrow we will be lovers Today let's be friends.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
From Friends To Lovers
You pick every word I say With rapt attention. So I tell you about tangerine skies In Vermont, how I shape them. I tell you my dad invented Cuban cigars In Argentina. You heard about the prawns, The ***** and the lilies. A story only I could tell. I could tell it in fluent Yoruba. You watch me sleep like I don't have a care in this world Snorting away while chasing dragonflies and seahorses In my oblivion. You watch me walk in the shadows My gait like gridless frames of a restless gate blown open by the wind. (If I was the night, I would be bright.) Finally you see my hands well adapted to cutlasses and owes, Irrespective experienced with oriental oils and manicures. 'One day I will be king', I thought I said. But you heard it from my mind. You heard it alone. Yesterday we owed this to ourselves. Tomorrow we will be lovers Today let's be friends.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
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