The Cellar Door
Clockwork Heart
Inventing time stretched over the rim of a drum o the silver rim.Inventing light as silk for the sheets on the bed that we're sleeping in.Inventing hues as words dripping onto your shoes.Inventing spies as a choir in the back of your eyes.And with a clockwork heart...Inventing other kinds of love so I can feel a bit older...
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