Do right protests,
and Grace, sculpt his past.
When do you want your psychedelic review?
Symptoms of your dead father's
blue sculptures, were read as songs of anguish.
Sleep off the drug,
our fiery Mother of Heaven.
Burnt money, skirted a stillborn body,
an almost better me.
Competition followed laughter,
better to shame death,
An ever glorious night, so psychedelic,
We cared to trust.
We cared to trust.
If] courage comes early,
cramps fool the genius husband.
cramps fool the genius husband.
He'll scale metal, doing looms from mess.
Might I borrow sequins for color?
Might I borrow sequins for color?
"Laugh when in such a worry,"
I said to my son:
"Drink, I'm trolling from above."
"Be her man!"
"Suffer. Try a lifelong experiment."
Together there's gold.
The dismal secret measures
give rest to communion.
I'd better laugh, if observation is opinion.
Cry fantasy, adjudicate.
Cry fantasy, adjudicate.
Chant! she would say.
"The fool's got class!"
Ink communicates best,
affects the metaphor we all chanted.
"Oh me! I see all, yes."
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