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the sound of sprinklers drift up to the second floor
it invigorates me, like the orange of my hallucination
i am free, where my seven league boots carry me to circe, where
i am lured into her circle of cavia porcellus
the music of the roof find me, and drown my lust for the ground
bare feet against shingles, i climb, slipping through moss and tar
until there is nothing but the sky and my silhouette
against the dark of a sunset.
paint me orange. i shake and quiver.
it invigorates me, like the orange of my hallucination
i am free, where my seven league boots carry me to circe, where
i am lured into her circle of cavia porcellus
the music of the roof find me, and drown my lust for the ground
bare feet against shingles, i climb, slipping through moss and tar
until there is nothing but the sky and my silhouette
against the dark of a sunset.
paint me orange. i shake and quiver.
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the feeling of watching people do certain drugs.
to sam, the morphine dream
to sam, the morphine dream
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vary pitty thow sort of out there