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Mellon Cauliflower
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Early Writings My likeliness to like the love
My deadliness to love the gloves
My piggy bank is shattered
My innard pennies all for sale
Heighten my flattering freeway of disasters
Single out my ugliness, my temporaries
Cast me to my king of gloom
Dip me in the soup of doom
My miles of disaster
My feathers of loneliness
Dying off my post-hastes
My fleshened feelings buried scatter
Cupid smiles in satisfactory belief
My smiling frown, completes my centre gown
My love is suicide
My fashions I design
My nurseries of grime
Where have my manners scurried to?
Still, I shy to your goldfish smile
We're just rag-dolls to the wind
Let us join their cradle, rock-a bye
Let us shatter our procrastinations now
I look in the mirror, I see you
Dashed upon the wrinkles in my heart
We're tap-dancing your way through time
A painting of your skin
A painting of your mind
A painting of something
I long to find
Summer has been slain
Autumn holds its first breath
My faith in you is growing
As our hesitation is as still as death
As salty as the seas we walk upon
As our imaginary love grows up
Our perfect design of life is ours to keep
