the sun disapproves / of me
(i say
in my audrey / hepburn voice)
pulling lilies up
like
rain
(bows) i curtsy
to you, and all your genes
oh, wishes spanning
all
seven generations
you.
and me.
like happy
in the wind / ow
how
it burns
my skin / and all your fascinating
trials,
the sun like rain
on
all our backs.
i love / and
yet it disapproves...
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