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Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling These small arms and white belly And enormous undercarriage The wax crayon illuminati Our minds locked in dark sewer Each finding less than before Each counting the warm conclusions Of the six buttons of sex appeal Knowing full well that ice breaks when smoke rises Sucked into a whole The ever floating karma of fried blind dog of the street Our purpose for the one and only Green form eats small headed breaded shrimp Allowing several coats of makeshift lolly On a lolly covered felt Shook with fear from lightning Falling several times in the wrong place Soaking up blindly the wings of our depression Floating up shiny columns of grey green primrose algae The piston awakes to a small tiny fire within himself Forcing the unwanted part of his mind into tiny fractions Each plied with coconut scissors All content, yet somehow familiar to Mothers everywhere It's been days now since my childhood dreams were fulfilled With crystal canyons and opera myths - Its thousand legs dribbling oil like may rain Letras de cancionesOver all-coloured mortar from way back when This gorgeous thigh is resting under his elbow Reminds me of clotted cream All bloody from strawberry tobbacco juice Hard halo of polystyrene pillow talk Mothers' milk cooking in the breat of paisley blue silk Like a mind in labour Bursting the waters of afterlife Drenched in the warm hot river Containing everything and nothing. From Letras Mania