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After the flash a smile cracks. I have a bet that all astronauts are atheists But maybe I’ll lose when I walk on the moon. I cut my mouth wrapping aluminum foil on my tongue Trying to reflect the light back on you that you send towards me. It made my teeth look whiter. After 17 years I’m still not in the swing of things But that’s okay, Swings don’t go anywhere anyways without someone pushing them. Chaos dreaming chaos screaming Let’s go to the ice cream shop. I have this awful sense of psychotic importance that is going to ignite the lighthouse In flames And maybe it will be more beautiful than all those petty sunsets. I’ve thought about it every day. Graffiti on the walls six states away and an onion ring halo wrapped around your head. Even tigers sleep sometimes.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
the swing of things
After the flash a smile cracks. I have a bet that all astronauts are atheists But maybe I’ll lose when I walk on the moon. I cut my mouth wrapping aluminum foil on my tongue Trying to reflect the light back on you that you send towards me. It made my teeth look whiter. After 17 years I’m still not in the swing of things But that’s okay, Swings don’t go anywhere anyways without someone pushing them. Chaos dreaming chaos screaming Let’s go to the ice cream shop. I have this awful sense of psychotic importance that is going to ignite the lighthouse In flames And maybe it will be more beautiful than all those petty sunsets. I’ve thought about it every day. Graffiti on the walls six states away and an onion ring halo wrapped around your head. Even tigers sleep sometimes.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
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