

good morningtip-toeing orange sunrise mixing itself into my morning moonshine, which i've drank every morning since the day the moon smiled loudlygood morning
and deafened my sight with its frozen yawn.
taste these fumes, painting the blank canvas
of my mind as mother nature dances
seductively, human nature boiling my blood on a cold night, and though i've known her
for many years, my passion burns the same.
i unbuttoned the stars in the sky
as if it were her navy-blue blouse, revealing her sun-kissed skin beneath.
19| i love radiohead |
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ghostliki is not my name
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ghostliki is not my name
Joy
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