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You know me better than anyone
I act like a fool
You give me that look
I feel myself loose control
A battle of nerves
You put me in check, calm me
I can smell your perfume on my shirt
That moment we touched
Floating
Can I take you to the moon?
I’m sure we can make it.

The stars are out tonight
Pull one down and eat it
Did it taste of dreams?
That sour feeling, after
It must have been an old one
Stars belong in the sky

The morning comes a new
Belief in starting over
Midday, you are spent
Evening, hungry
Sleep and dream about the morning

Watch the dog
He does not need more than a soft hand
Life is simple, trust your feelings
Do you feel a flea?
Take a bath

from “𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭”,
Samuel DiPaola (1997)