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When the honeymoon ends, you still have the moon. And you can always pour more honey on it. Because honey lasts forever
It all kind of suddenly evaporates / Seems to completely disappear // And you think (somewhat shocked) /// Where in the hell did my trillion gallon lake go!? //// As you prepare to call the cops ///// But the air is just, shuffling it around ////// Pouring it into some new fields’ crops /////// Dusting it over some new snows’ walks //////// It was never really yours ///////// And it is never really lost
Addition is blasphemy. Revision is ecstasy. Division is destiny. Collision is sensory. Subtraction is fallacy
The translation to words, is where it ends. Vastness, into needle pins. But you can still stitch some significant wins
Shhh, hey, quiet. What? No. You listen. Mmmhmmn. Yeah, that's right. Come again? Oh, really, you think so, do you! How funny. Am I laughing? Exactly. Get lost. Wait. No, you know what? Gimme that
On the pane of the sky. I turn in to a cloud. Engulfed. In immunity. Elastic. In noise. Until which time. You rhythmically need. A watch repaired
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