little-skies.zip

gotta be dreaming, we’ve gotta be dreams
Wandered dotted roads have woven skin around my eyes

I held you in my hands
And kissed my arms goodbye
divining what is now the shroud of norm

I held you like a bird
And whispered how to fly
Spinning circles in and out of tiny little skies

Taught you how to fly
Loved you like a feather fallen
Hold the storm tonight
Ecce Chromo, black and white

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