Danish Land
Open the door, and
Slam it,
Shut.
Tell your lover you love.
Warmth is fading
From your face,
another dollar in the cup.
-
- rattle rattle -
the ugly peacock of sound
- rattle rattle -
shame. no one around.
-
cover up your hands,
your eyes,
theres ice riding the wind.
still
they'll close their eyes at you
with or without our wind.
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