Fairy tale tune starts kicking in my head like I know they do
behind every mine eye. Rip tear my shadow bleary-eyed tacked to my
feet photographed it in color I'd carve creases in its skin,
pierce tiny pin holes let the crinkly sun shine through.
Breathing out bubbles carefully strained teach me like I'd like to
know smile even like what? Rolling faster
downhill and you never know how many bumps bump in the road:
what them brown bundled old men slipped through caked cigar smoke
the waving fumes like rising nights like they had exhaust pipes stuck
between their lips. I just wanted to know how those great
colors were pulled pull me too? Watered to grow.
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