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Fixated (Raven)
In my dreams we spat
cherry-scented protoplasm
at the stars when we could,
making a world out of garbage
so we knew what it was like
to stand straight.
Those were forgotten early on,
hundreds turned to thousands
and the only time we've ever been together
faded to you a long time ago.
cherry-scented protoplasm
at the stars when we could,
making a world out of garbage
so we knew what it was like
to stand straight.
Those were forgotten early on,
hundreds turned to thousands
and the only time we've ever been together
faded to you a long time ago.
Published 29th Nov 2011
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