Under pale sween rivers
under extracts of blue
Voluntrocities I wonder and I
ask myself could this
Be it? and the gloomy
'swounds' of sudden eruptions
With viny acclimation stops it slides
Me back and tells me it's allright

Seashell eyes
Moony gloom
I like your hair
Velocity
Mellow stuff in my belly and
Where do I go with my weary head
My weary head

A retreat to a place
called Zink my nostrils
Shake as I smell the ink
and I love it it is
Dark but still delicious
I like the smell
I shake and curl and wrinkle
and wrinkle and stop
Thinking and wrinkle and
wrinkle and wrinkle and
wrinkle

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Moony gloom
I like your hair
Velocity
Mellow stuff in my belly and
Where do I go with my weary head
My weary head...

Does it go in between? where do I stand
In colluminity? or, for
this it is capturing
And flintely good to have
your face in my head.

Seashell eyes
Moony gloom
I like your hair
Velocity
Mellow stuff in my belly and
Where do I go with my weary head
Seashell eyes
Moony gloom
My weary head...
I like your hair
Velocity
Mellow stuff in my belly and
Where do I go with my weary head
My weary head, my weary head...