Divorced from Basements

Dip your hands in Lyght

Peel back the light, and there you are
Strip down the dirty, and suck the air
Escape the confines, of dank, and old prayers
Take back your promises, the ones you made to only you
Raise up your calibers, swipe for the cherub’ feet
Look for a throne room gown
Don’t be a Cinder Down
Wipe up your smudger’s face
Breast out your dark
Lung in the deeper things
Let go the inkish ore
Extend…

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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Fox Kerry

Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.