my sky is black
my shoes are red
just a mouth full of loose teeth
hold the phone
pump the brakes
crack the glass against
sleeping shoulders and doubled knees
hands done up
hands done up in
pink and blue bouquets
if where ive been
tells me who i am
i lost my way long ago
and i am
i am my kingdom come
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