those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers
the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon
but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers
the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon
but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!
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