tragic fingers intertwined with mine
sweaty, kind of wet
there's overcast over this sunny land
palms outstretched, they reach the grass
arms embracing the feeling that never lasts
poetic nonsense
unformed rhythms
no patterns
just natural
oranges bloom
and lemons fall
and everything is over too soon
night is rigid
as i walk to the light
your lampshade covers my eyes
pull into an embrace
then pull out
and walk off the planet
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