Tuesday, 18 January 2011

lemonade aid

Crying planet sleep,
While we think through a
Strange, fantastic,wind.

Fear never people,
I've got a favourite love.
We have the first dance soon.

Would I eat my heart,
Changed slowly into
Two, special, warm bubbles?

Six runs almost lost him
His beautiful circus book.
Dream honey, its black.

Maybe magicians could carry him
To before we hurt.
Better we help the love
Until the blues feel broke.

This life is funny and
The water's turned to lemonade.

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