He's spinning tops and words that stop.
Sugar canes and jars of jelly.
I'm sitting pretty in a tank,
I'm sitting pretty in his belly.
Drying petals, won't you settle?
Soft like lips that stretch to the tips.
Bristling in the wind,
like hanging flesh I skinned.
Sweetness in the walls of your throat stays afloat.
Honey comb, I'll spread, you stroke.
Melody erratic,
Steady soothing static.
Remember the tracks that i left on your back? Let's play that track and smile and relax.
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