I want my flesh to be torn off
in a million dreams,
all of them ending
in your rescue.
I want to slowly breath
the ocean in and empty it
at your feet.
I will write all of your
hidden and unknown names
on our city scape.
I will use chalk
because it was one of our
guiding, falling-star-motifs.
Oh yes dearest,
I made it to the East
After everything, it was all you
hoped for in Hilroy,
spiral-red ink dream journal.
The world ate you up
with the rest of that day’s appetizers;
A shoeless joe soul,
another of Egyptian origin.
And someone who never really
got it together,
Never danced freely,
never got out of town.
This reminds me of a modest mouse song!
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One of my fave bands! thank you!
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This is just amazing.. :-)… Like holdenlyric says, reminds me of a modest mouse song also.. 🙂
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🙂 im honoured by the comparison! doubly!
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