Monday 6 November 2017

Annie

When you see a fading star, does it fill you with ease, know they're not that far, but If its children and dogs, just stay like you are, in a warm hazy fog, send me to Mars, on the path of tranquility, i want to get that far, if it's not what you want, from the promenade car, all the stuff you don't, holy water in your font, all my fires marked, what the hell's going on, I'm like someone from afar, clinging to the sea, feel like ziggy stardust, a frog in a jam jar, a scattering of all my needs, like ashes on the bar, bring me space serenity.

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