Tied up tight lest chasing dreams they would be gone?
Watching from the other side, the dirty one
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
Fate’s certain demise circles round the evidence, We all know the bells quit ringing long ago.
Painting curvy colors each our favorite
Make believing how we make it so.
Where a flower’s smile stripped me naked