The Soul Is a Sail
Graveyard silence To venture to die that clever answer is buried secrets
Closer to never with a fever that circle turned purple
Golden rings on you lips
puffing pillows around your head
its time for breakfast in bed
Puffing the smoke rings
a hunchback rings the bells
The venture to die
teardrops shaped like diamonds cutting your eyes
I hear you screaming
your hair is turning colors
and I am counting every strand in graveyard silence
the soul is a sail.
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