Feel the force
Of fourteen tiny angels
Dancing on your tongue
With ice skates
A younger angle
Connect with a dime
Not for phone calls anymore
A glorious cornucopia of ripe berries
The tang of ten thousand vanities
Drew Barrymore/Halle Berry
Same hunters became prey
Now loafers are slippers
Lined with sheep
Or just the skin
It's a sleepy trip down the stairs
Do you gather my offering?
It's a monkey middle
A gangrene joke book
For a harvest grave
It's a muddled groove
--
5.23.13
Of fourteen tiny angels
Dancing on your tongue
With ice skates
A younger angle
Connect with a dime
Not for phone calls anymore
A glorious cornucopia of ripe berries
The tang of ten thousand vanities
Drew Barrymore/Halle Berry
Same hunters became prey
Now loafers are slippers
Lined with sheep
Or just the skin
It's a sleepy trip down the stairs
Do you gather my offering?
It's a monkey middle
A gangrene joke book
For a harvest grave
It's a muddled groove
--
5.23.13
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