「 ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ / blue vanilla extract 」

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ink is blue

a scent sweet as roses

blue perfume

blissfully touching noses

/

came to feel nothing

but your heart still swells

exhale a sigh:

oh well oh well

one path, one heart, one ceiling to stare at

one string, one tune, that's the mortal coil

/

i sit on the bridge

toward a street i never crossed

camel coat, cuts a fine figure

but really it's kinda sad.

/

perfect hue: iris bright as the sixth of may

autumn rain, chasing some place far away

exhale a sigh:

oh well oh well

one soul, one art, one way to die

one pill, one flame, one kiss-goodbye

/

i sit on the bridge

toward a heartbeat i never felt

i'm stepping off and ashore 'cuz

i'm no D.B.T.D.L

no Nineteen-Hundred

/

i'm just painting

with blue vanilla extract.

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