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By distant moon Date: 2001 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.26.23.50.24264]] |
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I float off the ground, around the trees Among the birds and bees, like a talk with a child About our sexuality, about our parts and whatnots Our digits, our insecurities... But my teeth blaze through my lips as I smile bright Holding your hand A summer's dream lifts from our night skies It was a beautiful beautiful feeling |