Saturday 2 January 2021

Liv Three

She says up on high, Isn’t that the sea, don’t you wonder why, if it's all true, she’s as bad as me, her eyes blink like jewels, a diamond sun burns bright, she has hopes of eternity, says life’s so brief, isn’t that a hoot, she explodes breezily, let’s sleep till noon, we’ll sail the sky, nothing else beats scrutiny, on cold starry nights, we're so sad and cool, who expect sympathy, when we act like fools, on these long flights, we drink for company, don’t care if we're right, a strange release.

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