New England lipstick still
On cigarette butts, on tossed coffee cups.
On cigarette butts, on tossed coffee cups.
Things in my life are falling.
The rivers, the oceans, the planets.And little ol me moving down.
Gravity, you twisted motivator.
Teacher, and torturer.
The surprises, the spontaneous,
Unlocking.
Lifting up from the muck.
The sadists hear my voice,
Beware.
Only then was I finally at peace. No longer the cracked mirror,
No longer wondering.
Like Dandelion's opening.
Like the universe.,
The surprises, the spontaneous,
Unlocking.
Lifting up from the muck.
The sadists hear my voice,
Beware.
Only then was I finally at peace. No longer the cracked mirror,
No longer wondering.
Like Dandelion's opening.
Like the universe.,
Singularity.
Reaching for her.
The stars appear.
Happenings recalled.
Into the darkness, lit up.
Reaching for her.
The stars appear.
Happenings recalled.
Into the darkness, lit up.
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