Innocence. Sunk the glow and drowned in covers, Send for all your absent lovers things.
Sheepish Wolves. Looking lived in eating buttons, Wink, just don`t put your teeth on me.
Accidents. Let the evening in the backdoor, filled the room ceiling to the floor.
Beat backbones. Grazed the poem and made it strange, I wasn`t born to be a skeleton.
Go on, Grab your hat and fetch a camera. Go on, film the world before it happens.
Jealous orchard. The sky is falling off the ceiling While I`m tucking fibs into a cookie jar.
Bombed reverie. It`s useless searching in the cupboards When everything you have is on your back.
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