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Chime, clatter, clank, ring, Clink, dream, shuffle, rub What’s that you say? Where’s that racket coming from? Why, it’s the wings on my heart, a flappin’ together Having one hell of a party Watchin’ all the pretty people go by. Red and blue figures running strait out of the aorta With flashing clappers in their hands. What racket? It’s a celebration! Watch the jumpers swirl, The tumblers whirl, My own arms flap as I want to hurl Up all my faults to make room for more joy To allow my body the ability to express, That which it cannot. What is a skeleton? Just take it away! And my limbs can join the heart runners A wobblin’ and bendin’ and flappin’ each way Kiss the day, kiss, kiss the day What are my innards? Just take em’ right out! I’ll have more room For the smiles of children, Golding leaves, And black ambition. I’ll be able to **** in the morning air with all my being And fill the cavity where my intestines once were With real soul soup—savory sweet And people say there’s no heaven? This I’ll never believe.
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Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
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Chime, clatter, clank, ring, Clink, dream, shuffle, rub What’s that you say? Where’s that racket coming from? Why, it’s the wings on my heart, a flappin’ together Having one hell of a party Watchin’ all the pretty people go by. Red and blue figures running strait out of the aorta With flashing clappers in their hands. What racket? It’s a celebration! Watch the jumpers swirl, The tumblers whirl, My own arms flap as I want to hurl Up all my faults to make room for more joy To allow my body the ability to express, That which it cannot. What is a skeleton? Just take it away! And my limbs can join the heart runners A wobblin’ and bendin’ and flappin’ each way Kiss the day, kiss, kiss the day What are my innards? Just take em’ right out! I’ll have more room For the smiles of children, Golding leaves, And black ambition. I’ll be able to **** in the morning air with all my being And fill the cavity where my intestines once were With real soul soup—savory sweet And people say there’s no heaven? This I’ll never believe.
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CharlotteDreaming
33/Non-binary/American
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
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