Tuesday, March 11, 2025

UNKNOWN LOVE SONG

the lines on my face into suite madam blue and then you hit me with gilmour telling me so far away

oh cunning spoofy...

you beguiling me

tossing me

frosting me

taking advantage of my state

swirling into a slow fade

my soul soaring through the night sky hoping to

catch her dreaming the impossible


as sirens wail outside you rock me with astronomy

...maybe she will dream of me

hey

hey hey

one slip

...i should end this before i fall 

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