DATURA

Send me your wishes in front of the mirror
The cascade of folly transparent the wall
Sick inside my hollers from torpedoing nearer
These dormers awkward like ladders that fall
The crimson collides with swatches of gray
Black silent jimson brocades the puree
She’s coming closer these lines made concrete
Mortise hardened of lips that are sweet
Listlessly in the wish that she has made
Talking in circles in this blue heron parade
Majesty may be broken a summoning shore
Her tactile monument swollen with adore
Shove me in the alley and murder my raven
Blink about the lost time all that’s been saving
Pow a life kiss worship like pristine summer sky
This is for reasons without ever asking why
Send me your wishes in front of my face
Surrounding the folly without losing your place
 
 
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