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Window Seat Teleportation

Floating on a melody by King Krule

At the periphery of another dimension

Staring level into the forest’s eye

Balloons a thought to deflate the spirit

When suddenly rip apart the cracks of this cinder,

And petals of your deeds bloom

I whiff on the inspiration, it smells like a direction

Floating, floating, I follow.

Flirting with the darkness from a safe distance,

Under surveillance of the moon,

My gaze confides in the homes inside the houses;

It's almost as if I can touch the love from this distant window seat

An inconsiderate Coca Cola truck stabs right into this sentimental space

Such is life’s duality.


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