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Paradisiacal [Sisters]

Contributed by sally-heart-jack on Sunday, 5th August 2007 @ 06:44:05 AM in AEST
Topic: surreal

You've got some awesome kind of nerve.
Let's drive to a place where lovely is brought
I'm high off the thought . . .
Forever let's shine, we'll be the Atomic
Let's go back in decades, we'll be devoom! So good.

Square televisions from the 1990's
Tranquil rain sessions with clear Aphrodite

But, wait, before you start, before you go
You might want to know
I'm not up for almost anything
Let's knock that over. . .

Oh, what a mess! Now watch it effervesce!

Let's bottle our own unknown frothy suds
Fizz is fuel in the future
[That intoxication of blood's.....]

Let's become enamored at the tree's mirrors
Looking right past us, you can't jump that far.

Dear, looking back, I don't see any faults.
No, we made no neglect of time.
Stay quiet and grasp me softly
We're only ourselves And I am yours and you are mine

Let's bend the bed backwards in
Turn the house onto it's end !

Love me has no hands bound
Hearts and faces all surround
me, breathe all me in.
Let's start what no one ever can begin.

I checked, I'm sure, we're allowed
We can make up feelings that will last...

Never cheated to appear for concern of the wealthy!
Botch up your words and sing with me!

We're connected, therefore perfected.
I've expected you, I'm protecting you.

I know it, but did you know you're the requisite of my life?
I know, but did you know: you're my winsome imperative....
No thing addles me now

Copyright © sally-heart-jack ... [ 2007-08-05 06:44:05]
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Re: Paradisiacal [Sisters] (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 5th August 2007 @ 04:13:58 PM AEST
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An incredibly written work of art.
It boggles the mind but in a good way.
huggs, smiles,
emy

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