and they sure contradict myself
i've been moving like watersnakes since my switch went on again.
Holidays began for the royal ones
and somewhere in the globe the party never stopped,
On and on with flowers down their throats.
Right foot follows the other on a constant battle on reaching the next pit stop.
(i better keep my pen this time)
Foamy waves fade in yellow sands
just like your eyes melt in mines.
plenty of fish lie on my net, so i won't need to dive into it's dephts.
I'm still mixing your light green with my pupils
In a fishermen shore.
Who knew mermaids come out and tan?
(I'm now floating towards the kaleidosun)
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