The city it glistens like a diamond
I get lost in your creases and colors
The people are shining and smiling
To see the island for three minutes
Was worth the 72 hours wait at the gate
I'm lost in your crevices of sparkle
Of light that glitter on the ground
The plane keeps circling the Burroughs
The young girl in pink full of curiosity
Reminds me of me
Innocent and naive
The way we all used to be
Maybe she lives here
Maybe she's visiting
Pink and fuzzy
Cat fur lady
Saturday, April 18, 2015
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