Prisoner of crescent sun.

We’re all Prisoners of the crescent sun 

Borrowed words and a continent undone 

By the temperamental moon we hide 

With our eyes closed we searched for 

The cars we parked in cold light day.

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Maybe they will take you more serious 

if towed back to the city with asphalt stars.

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if I were to make a statue of you 

i would cast you in leaf with the worlds 

returned gold spared its blushes 

to make a bull trade card board 

crowns.

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We lost the keys watching the weather 

feathers await amongst boxed dreams

stretching from watermill to hills

Daubed in green clouds.