a strong wind explodes from my temples tense as manic thought along the ivory railings of such a sultry july
the skyline that you'd anticipated all summer long is to be found in this dialogue lined up between us from initial counterfeit to exposed as real as a hundred bucks gone hand to hand read your palm and your comments all over my lips
just like the space cadet he's alarmed by outerspace voodoo and too in my jeans i go following into your eyes some soldier trooping totally aware of sheer magenta jungle is also me
our faces hyper you bite me horeshoes horseshoes ouch i cry so long it's as lovely as ice cream feeling you feeling me figure this out perhaps she and i will be ultimately you know in six years ahead if she and i'm for real
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