sugar for my honey
it’s food for thought
like coconut oil
how I loved her
like a national beach
loves romantic sunburn
or my white cat
intrigued
by the Thai leftovers
washes my face
while I sleep
steal it from the skies
my tropical dreams
tell me you were blue
and tasted like thunder
washes my face
while I sleep
steal it from the skies
my tropical dreams
tell me you were blue
and tasted like thunder
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