Whyrl (whyrl) wrote,
Whyrl
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Pockets

By now you know that I never arrived
I was too tired to move ...
I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse
But I'm tired of them too.

Little pockets of air ...
In the atmosphere ...
Make it easy to breathe.
So farewell to unpleasant scenes.

I want you to stay
Stay...
Stay.

The blinding flash of circling stars left relatively shallow scars.
You played your faux renaissance card
To starry eyes and wild applause.

Little pockets of air ...
In the atmosphere ...
Make it easy to breathe.
So farewell to unpleasant scenes.

I want you to stay
Stay...
Stay.

It's not your .... destination.
Something, something better happen.
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