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Dancing on Starlight

i used to think
my heart would burst from
all the dreams & storms
inside but
clocks &
calendars &
red flags
turn the world to cold grey stone
& even in a crowd
you feel alone

give me lightning & oceans
& big pink heart-eyes
forever enchanted & drunk
if we’re not spending
time dancing on starlight
you’re never going to
win my grand prize
looking at me with cold grey eyes

because if we’re not stumbling
like baudelaire
dancing down a street
made of starlight
racing through corridors to save the world
i would rather
sleep alone
slamming out the nights of cold grey stone

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