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Last night We dreamt of subtle imperfections But were awakened to greater truths Last night We scratched with the skin of porcupines Our breaths reflecting ice Last night Dashing out our fears We heralded the end of youth Last night I swore I saw some of the old flicker Tempt me in your eyes Before, again-it up and left. And Time Only holds true to the fashioning and smoking of a cigarette.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Lazarus
Last night We dreamt of subtle imperfections But were awakened to greater truths Last night We scratched with the skin of porcupines Our breaths reflecting ice Last night Dashing out our fears We heralded the end of youth Last night I swore I saw some of the old flicker Tempt me in your eyes Before, again-it up and left. And Time Only holds true to the fashioning and smoking of a cigarette.
For David Bowie (1947-2016)
Written by
westley-barnes
Irish
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
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