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Feeling fine Like a paper cup full of ice An inter-dimensional(being) Laughing Or Agreeing Take off your disguise, Beautiful Let me see those pearly-eyes Ruby lips Diamond cheek bones May I kiss? May I sit? Another cup of tea Cross legged And leaning I feel like I'm dreaming As you play your harpsicord For no reason at all You play with the treble Line to line Perfect pretty rhytm Dancing in time The melody of your thin dress And the shape it reveals May I have a kiss? The summer of smell On your perfume The jump of your eyes Are a dancing big-a-loo The spark of your fingers A flash electric blue You dripped in the light The teeth of your smile The color of white But no I cannot stay With summer here It's time to play If your mother says you can't come out I'll stand outside I'll scream I'll shout Over radios And t.v screens Shooting cap pistols At everything Because last night I had a dream You called on the phone I hear  your  whisper On the reciever You're a believer Dream breather
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
Blue Popsicle
Feeling fine Like a paper cup full of ice An inter-dimensional(being) Laughing Or Agreeing Take off your disguise, Beautiful Let me see those pearly-eyes Ruby lips Diamond cheek bones May I kiss? May I sit? Another cup of tea Cross legged And leaning I feel like I'm dreaming As you play your harpsicord For no reason at all You play with the treble Line to line Perfect pretty rhytm Dancing in time The melody of your thin dress And the shape it reveals May I have a kiss? The summer of smell On your perfume The jump of your eyes Are a dancing big-a-loo The spark of your fingers A flash electric blue You dripped in the light The teeth of your smile The color of white But no I cannot stay With summer here It's time to play If your mother says you can't come out I'll stand outside I'll scream I'll shout Over radios And t.v screens Shooting cap pistols At everything Because last night I had a dream You called on the phone I hear  your  whisper On the reciever You're a believer Dream breather
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jacob-1
Equatorial Guinean
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
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