Butter melts on smooth skin
I'll be sure to worn the next of kin
Mild psychosis in my mind
Finding it hard to unwind
Pixie lover, loving me
So blind it's easy to see
Higher, higher now, I'm flying
The minute we're born we start dying
Maybe one day I’ll fly away
No matter what you've got to say
For years I’ve been trying to feel
But there's nothing left that's real
Pixies
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 4:39 AM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Poems
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