The Loki Dance

orange song

manderine, has it up her sleave
a dream made of honey colour of
sensuality she supposes so many
things breaking bits of tree off
leaving to remember how she got
here
what is here where i go there it
smears
green stained on the white i suppose
its a stain i shouldn't fight my
smile falsified by your information i
can't decide will you stay steady i
tire of variables, i tire of time tables
telling me it is over over over over over
no one can tell me.
manderine, has it up her sleave
a dream that surrounds me makes me believe
when i said
i'd never fall again

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