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What if we could see the oxygen Coming off trees Like it was this dark blue haze Particles floating in air Dance them around your hands Form them together and give them To the prettiest girl you know Yeah, That’d be worth it What if we could create or manipulate Clouds Change color or formation Make them white as sclera Or thunder and pulse I’d sculpt these clouds like a healer Carefully and with grace Move them inches to the left To get the sun out of her eyes I’d paint a ceiling many colors Just so I could witness the hues Drip down and turn the floor into A splatter painted canvas You do this to my brain Electric receptors run down the veins Feel a riptide under my skin You speak; Neurons explode Kaleidoscope in my pupils You make my mind drip hues Splatter paint my feet The trees give off this dark blue haze I collected some of it Formed it into a small sphere Much like a marble It’s resting in my front left pocket …someday, I’ll give it to the prettiest girl I know Perhaps we’ll make clouds And she can paint my brain Yeah, That’d be worth it
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:28 AM UTC
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What if we could see the oxygen Coming off trees Like it was this dark blue haze Particles floating in air Dance them around your hands Form them together and give them To the prettiest girl you know Yeah, That’d be worth it What if we could create or manipulate Clouds Change color or formation Make them white as sclera Or thunder and pulse I’d sculpt these clouds like a healer Carefully and with grace Move them inches to the left To get the sun out of her eyes I’d paint a ceiling many colors Just so I could witness the hues Drip down and turn the floor into A splatter painted canvas You do this to my brain Electric receptors run down the veins Feel a riptide under my skin You speak; Neurons explode Kaleidoscope in my pupils You make my mind drip hues Splatter paint my feet The trees give off this dark blue haze I collected some of it Formed it into a small sphere Much like a marble It’s resting in my front left pocket …someday, I’ll give it to the prettiest girl I know Perhaps we’ll make clouds And she can paint my brain Yeah, That’d be worth it
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 2:28 AM UTC
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