I'm Eating Dragonfruit

Dragonfruit and bleating lambs crying for their mother

Sorry I can't make a mark in your stratosphere

I'm more than sheltered, yes, more than a bit shattered

Realer than real the cards shuffle

There is a host of meaning in location

Everyone is out for money and isn't it all a bit funny that what's behind the numerals keeps the same doors closed

There are too many meanings in the doldrums

The script makes me choke

The witching hour was designed from the start to make things go backward, stilling the clock

How am I supposed to change that with so many butterflies coasting on dollar bills I can't reach

...and I've seen your face a thousand times before

the face of an angel

and I don't want to close the door

but if you didn't get it the last 999 times what would I know

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