You called me pink glasses impractical
"Say what?"
"Dreamer." I certainly hope so.
I hope to swirl skyblues in the afternoon slant
stickletter brushes beneath my qwerting fingers stream
See the wind wisp the marshmallow creme clouds,
it's beautiful in here, see the pop rocks holding your feet
close and hear my voice rapids right beside you
the world is so poetic, I hope to cup its glow in my palms
for you.
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