Rubber lace and paint filled ears...
underwater clouds and blistered years...
chrome dipped fingers and bubble tears.......
slowdancing on a cotten trampoline....
tounguebath to the strums of the largest rubberband...
80 proof hugs with a shot of milk...
Redwood toothpicks...
taken from the mouth of mars and wrapped in cold silk...
spilt honey on my eyelashes...
took my guilt to the river and traded it for five pounds of unborn thoughts...
if that aint a fact...
born to slither and bred to watch...
I pulled her hair and found a radish...
licked her neck and tasted sweet with no sour...
placed on a wisp and tickled by the willow branch...
moonstones drooling on irish moss...
not a light cept the sparkle in you















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