Thursday, May 5, 2016

Badger

Light, love, life, relief
Sunlight streaming down the street
Burn the leaves, burn the light
Burn the girl too pure for sight

Hey girl what’s your number?
The teardrop leaves a shudder

Sight, shut, life, alive
Bottled butterflies again revived
Ask the hands, Ask the feet
Ask in a voice syrup sweet

Hey girl, lets get to know each other.
Run from that man who thinks he’s your lover.

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