Making minds that hide behind pixelated eyes-
Dance like fools and fire to flies.
Glued to the screens of the likes of me;
You’re their dream.
But does she look in the mirror and see what they see,
Eurhythmic grace, or just celestial obscene?
Do we know your name, Dream?
Or should I call you Beauty Queen?
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
Making minds that hide behind pixelated eyes-
Dance like fools and fire to flies.
Glued to the screens of the likes of me;
You’re their dream.
But does she look in the mirror and see what they see,
Eurhythmic grace, or just celestial obscene?
Do we know your name, Dream?
Or should I call you Beauty Queen?
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