Sunday, January 1, 2012

An Eve of Fairytales and Many Dwarves

I need a holiday from my holiday
Trying man-made mates
Eyeing one precise it's never too late;
I wander through their broken hills
Exploring caverns of art -

It was a full moon last night and
I have a crush on your life
From what you tell me and what I see
I’ll convince you to rescue me
From my bed of glass -

Every time I’m here I'm told a story
Leaving me tired, stuffed and bloated
Still looking for someone to kiss me awake.

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