Jenny Choi And The Third Shift

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let's say that you were just a ribbon in a cold spring breeze in a sky of blue that melted faces in your days of tea with their voices tickling while your throat is ringing feverishly and we cry like rain to quench our nightmares and our thirsty dreams but here you are disarmingly asleep and winking above the night is sighing on your knees you're scrubbing every inch of wooden ease and space moved in with luggage packed in each callused hand and you won't be lonely cause skin can close with little time butterflies are fluttering through the window of your heart and you can't say that you'll be back for more illusions despite this height you're breathing let's say that you were just a-floating on a wet concrete and a wave of this warmth has poured into your empty stomach smile ever so softly into the stream for what you see will carry you from this day forth slowly your fingers intertwine between your knees and a drop of ink prepares the landscape for its nightly sleep and your eyes trace over the construction paper silhouette then you lick your lips in commentary how the lines fall so in steadfast time with your heartbeat without you trying thump thump hey look, no hands From Letras Mania