Skin.....
Dreaming
attitude
North of the Sun
and I want to be inside you
Purple Antlers
and can I call?
No...
I won't
and go ahead
stream ribbons from my hair
blue and purple......
North of the Sun
see if it changes
my reflextion......
and
can I call?
No...
I won't....
and go ahead....
braid my dreams
and say it isn't so
angels don' fall in love with lovers nests
ribbons and colors
treating me like samantha did
Antlers
I remember shooting say it aint so neighbor
smoking
in the bushes
dyeing to be thin
i miss you
say it aint so neighbor
and if i dared
you make me feel so thin...
almost as if
i can't see my reflextion....
xxo
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