Orangutan glow in the dark magic
Where my sight used to be
Watch me tick like a pocket watch
in the trousers of utopia

Here we daydream of bad luck and crisp mornings
With icicles hanging no longer
Sad films drench our screens
The musical box
With the glitter inside

She is so beautiful
When she watches like a cat
Prancing, swirling like one too many
Crumpled kisses under the flourescent lights
I do backflips to touch time gently on the nose
Saying goodbye.

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