Waltzing On the Moon / Keeping a Bug In a Jar

Log in to a membrane. Feel the reason you became. Fall asleep in a dog’s lap. Encourage a planet to become more like a dining-menu. Collect the leftovers like a waiter. Stand singing lovely things to a rusted gate. Patch up the seeing-eye. Clear the windows so that we can see a great distance.

Trouble in the glade. Lost antlers in the rubble. Clean a window twice to make sure it stays. Marvel at the way a fruit ripens. The Good Lord keeps me like a fish in a tank. Plastic window curtains. Lovely emotions that have stained the walls. Fresh like removing several buttons. Every kiss a declaration.

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