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Ian Moore :: :: Susan
Susan’s floating weightless
through the atmosphere
The sunlight makes it
hard to see her
Not far to go ‘til she is
floating out of here
The sunlight makes her
skin translucent
And every single fiber twisting
Every nerve I’m firing in me
All my blood in constant motion
Every step I take
I’m rolling like a fire engine
String of words, but no intentions
Hey will you remember me
When you have lost your head
Lost the date
must be the mid of May
Cause you can see
the lilacs blooming
Falling into catacombs
corroded in sleep
And absinthe fills the empty space
‘til the scent itself seems out of place
And every single fiber twisting
Every nerve I’m firing in me
All my blood in constant motion
Every step I take
I’m rolling like a fire engine
Strings of words, but no intentions
Hey will you remember me
When you have lost your head
It’s only in the darkness
that you move in me
My blood runs red
and I can feel you
And I try to picture you
up on some angel’s flight
But it’s hard to imagine you
with cutout wings
On a Hollywood set
with clouds & things
And every single fiber twisting
Every nerve I’m firing in me
All my blood in constant motion
Every step I take
I’m rolling like a fire engine
Strings of words, but no intentions
Hey will you remember me
When you have lost your head
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