Iridescent rays, slice through the wall
They flutter and fall, on every writhing cell
Their phrase I know all too well cause
Lately my peaches are in forty-eight pieces
And I'm struck with inside fever
Over the things time releases
Over the things time releases
Now all of our light patterns are hanging (In my head)
And the memory of your voice
Sets their skeins to clanging (Hear them now)
We heard such similar, words and yet
scanned them so, differently
What a mystery, now you mist to me
Silly wet silhouettes, wander from screen to screen
They stutter and call, and make their world a cell
Their pace I know all too well cause
when I was slicing your moods, I made pretend it was just food
That would heal your insides and keep us
From being a sweet and sad longing
A parallel path never again to be reached
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