Framed in clear windows,
U sit there watching the world,
With those giant lens eyes,
Zooming in,
And I grind,
Purple Peace herbs,
In your regal presents,
That tree your thrown,
That mountain your crown,
Those winds harsh on your whiteness,
The branches dance,
To the eagle vaporizer,
The blue led healing,
To their violence,
Oh sweet eagle,
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Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 29th, 2018 03:41
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Comments1
I can nearly hear this in a raspy voice
No raspy voice but love leonard cohen 🙂
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