cinnamon summer day
My fingers ache to doll you up,
Drape you in cold fabric of my love
Watch you shiver deliciously
with my dancing eyes
And then undress all your white lies
On this slow cinnamon summer day
My feet restlessly walk miles
In an attempt to escape
These wishful pineapple clouds,
Little puffs of fantasies
Floating in you shaped hole
Against a sky painted with deja vu
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