The air is
thick with water beads.
***** little water beads
that fill my lungs
making it hard to breathe.
The yeast
in my belly
is causing me sickness
that nothing can remedy
My head is full
of deadends and barricades.
The yellow and black
bumblebee signs
warning me
to keep my feet on the ground.
Just then as
a hot air balloon
spills its peoples
onto jagged rocks.
Breaking their bones
and giving them ****** noses.
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All Rights Reserved
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
The air is
thick with water beads.
***** little water beads
that fill my lungs
making it hard to breathe.
The yeast
in my belly
is causing me sickness
that nothing can remedy
My head is full
of deadends and barricades.
The yellow and black
bumblebee signs
warning me
to keep my feet on the ground.
Just then as
a hot air balloon
spills its peoples
onto jagged rocks.
Breaking their bones
and giving them ****** noses.
© 2011
All Rights Reserved
this one's new i think it's finished not sure enjoy
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