to save our faces
we wear the brown paper bags
to protect from dust
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to save our faces
we wear the brown paper bags
to protect from dust
To protect from dust
we build the glass palaces
and keep to ourselves
And keep to ourselves
the Earth's sacred mysteries
not meant for others
Not meant for others
I try to hold my words in
keep my thoughts in check
keep my thoughts in check
the windows flashing colors
in thousands of dreams
in thousands of dreams
snow falls, doors jamb, milk freezes
in its metal cage
in its metal cage
Circe's ravem predisposed
Ophelia's end
Ophelia's end
met in a watery grave
so very tragic
'so very tragic'
she said, cutting new life-lengths
in pieces of string
in pieces of string
the dental floss bikini
underscored her wile
and Aladin's lamp
is not enough to cater
for my heart's desires.
underscored her wile
exposed her innate nature
and cleared all my doubts
and cleared all my doubts
she wasn't all organic
but proud of her look
but proud of her look
what it really represents
her, fascinating