There is no other way
I told you before
still the same
the shadow's longer
beam me up
hold me tight
the birds are stopped
it grows lonely
books are watching
one more poem
another funky town
the news is good
still the same
the shadow's longer
beam me up
hold me tight
the birds are stopped
it grows lonely
books are watching
one more poem
another funky town
the news is good
never let me go
end up with the body without organs this way
ReplyDeletepage after page, the eyes are dotted
ReplyDeletePoem after poem // beam me up // never let me go // page after page ...
ReplyDeleteHa!
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