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This feels Like the color, Purple. My tiny dancer Shock blonde And cinnamon sugar Watching Saturday morning cartoons Curled up in bed. The grey daze before dawn. Like goose down and Razor blades I’m enthralled. Captured Raptured Rising from the dead Of long, wrong dreams Inside my head. Could this be? Could this be? Could this be? Love? Or just a Weak approximation of. ‘Cause the world seems to stop Whenever she’s near And everything becomes Perfectly clear. I perfectly understand that I Can’t get enough Of my Fingers in her hair. I can’t get enough Of her Artificial air. Yes, this feels, Like the color, Purple Like goose down And razor blades.
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Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC
Goose Down and Razor Blades
This feels Like the color, Purple. My tiny dancer Shock blonde And cinnamon sugar Watching Saturday morning cartoons Curled up in bed. The grey daze before dawn. Like goose down and Razor blades I’m enthralled. Captured Raptured Rising from the dead Of long, wrong dreams Inside my head. Could this be? Could this be? Could this be? Love? Or just a Weak approximation of. ‘Cause the world seems to stop Whenever she’s near And everything becomes Perfectly clear. I perfectly understand that I Can’t get enough Of my Fingers in her hair. I can’t get enough Of her Artificial air. Yes, this feels, Like the color, Purple Like goose down And razor blades.
gannon
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gannon
American
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC
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