You ask me what things are made of
Well..
Dreams are made of cotton
you can scry on their bulbous forms
you can pick them apart with your fingers
but then
dont be sad when they're all gone away
dont be sad when they're torn messed and grey
simians are made of humans
they knew about the plague
they picked the nits
out of their babies hair
so
don't be sad if we're all gone astray
don't be sad if we've all gone away
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5 comments:
I know this is in need of major editing, but...whatever.
No way, nice!
music to my eyes. keep them coming, you're writing works well.
I love it.
it made me fingertips tingle...amazing stuff!
i'd say edit away, but this is a damn fine start.
simians are made of humans. nice.
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