Sly and consistentWooden eyes and marble hands
Glitter stained glances thrown at me
And I'm not afraid anymore
I am pure and honest,
and my ocean eyes stare at you
Minty breath
A kiss of conviction
Laughing at the trees
The wooden trees
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
