I'm a stegosaurus, you're like pretty
pristine pieces of new shiny plastic.
A little bit of ivory and gold
fire set alight with little blue suns burning a hole in my heart.
I'm an apple tree, you're like big
factory blowing steam and smoke and giving me shade to sleep in.
A
little bit of fresh air makes the pain go away, and when those clouds
part I'm in a new world.
I'm a church steeple, and you're like a
freshly dug grave, raw and warm and sunless bidding me come rest.
A
little bit of laughter makes death a friend to all, and when the punchline
hits I'm in stitches.
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