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She walks in starlight Coming of age In a riptide. Her lone synth chords Reminiscent of an Open mic motel. Burning multi-layered sound We don’t fear the dark now. There’s room enough for two And Technicolor in a Hot air balloon. I can taste the comfort On another world with you. Delicate piano dodging Missiles from the ground and Candy playing on the radio Can’t sing like we can hum And feel the undertow. © Ben Ditmars 2014
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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She walks in starlight Coming of age In a riptide. Her lone synth chords Reminiscent of an Open mic motel. Burning multi-layered sound We don’t fear the dark now. There’s room enough for two And Technicolor in a Hot air balloon. I can taste the comfort On another world with you. Delicate piano dodging Missiles from the ground and Candy playing on the radio Can’t sing like we can hum And feel the undertow. © Ben Ditmars 2014
Inspired by several bits of random thoughts today.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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