| Peter's Trip to Oceania |
[14 Sep 2003|12:10pm] |
You chose to remain on that park bench.
Don’t tell me in years to come
About the zoo inside your mind.
Radically changed,
Radically realistic in red.
And he’ll smile; we’ll laugh.
Now stretch your arm out,
Twice plus two,
And I’ll jump to the end of me.
Let’s jump through the sky.
I know your blind pain.
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