Space Angels With Bottlecap Halos
They float on feather hubcaps
Gypsy dance in the elegance of the sun
They grow antlers in venus spectrum
Holding backyard festivals, with pagan costumes
She is free
She can't see me
I am becoming
Always lost and returned again
We swirl around the fog of beach
The pallour in her eyes casts a glint
She's talking about memories gone
I'm mystified as the giant web unfurls
Hidden love, gone and deep
What remains of the lost city
Buried underneath our feet
Beauty of how things were
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