Dec 29, 2011


Holding on
Savannah, resonates like a Southern city, a porn star and an African dream.

Cracking jokes
I ignited the matches, sparked a laugh, lighthearted

No I don't wanna go to rehab, No I don't wanna get serious

Puddle of mud
I wanna play hide and seek, push you in a puddle of mud, and erase, all these years, all these scars

Strip but not tease,
Strip my heart from its crushes, strip my face bare, strip my body to the bones

And she's lingering, ambiguous, a wet dream emerging from the only desirable sea

Like the sun set in the sea, like the day behind Northern lights, like my hopes

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