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The paradise dream

You promised me paradise
I lived for the light

I picked oranges in your
Green and yellow garden

I danced, sang and
Screamed with the cats

And the blinking lights
Never stopped
Never ever stopped



We sneaked on
Backsides of high Buildings
Hiding in the trash cans,
Silver knife in my pocket
Trying to
Melt into the deep red brick walls




And rush
Rush again with the stars
On a surfers wave in
Black freedom space
On a surfers wave of
Stars, we rushed
Towards any ending
So that no one could
Catch us




Black bikini daze
Horror white light
Stars above the ocean
Sea creatures in the deep
They'd whisper to us




Long nights, cliffs
California beaches
Red disturbing lights
That made a giant truck
Fall of the road




Smokes, cigarettes
Books
Wet torn out pages
With notes of hearts
Collecting sea shells
Bones from birds
Building little houses
With them






Fake leopard fur
Pink sunglasses
Lost shoes
Lost minds
Wet kisses in the ocean
And on sandy burning
Streets




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Publicerad 2018-02-28 08:38



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