Lemons
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White Russian
When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud and evil I sit upon the throne of mundane jewels And wonder what the cable car smells like On the edge of an ice cliff I stand Look out over white Russia while drinking a… Continue reading
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Lemons
Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down Time drawing near To get up and go into the world That void of unknown That drama, comedy, tragedy Voices battle Chaos buzzing Talk, talk, talk And say nothing Someone complains about lemons While the… Continue reading
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