A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing
The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos
“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”
Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million
Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains
Soaring above The Troposphere
“I want to feel the black and white”
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
A few hole punchers
A bag full of oranges
A head perplexing
The king will always rule for himself
The sea turtles never lie
The miscommunication destroying chaos
“Here’s a glass of sweet tea”
Gouging out flashbacks
Purposely watching stains spread
Wishing I could count to one million
Sailing the Mediterranean Sea
Roaming The Great Plains
Soaring above The Troposphere
“I want to feel the black and white”
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