Space Bubblegum
This has to be that music they listen towhen they're on the moon, girl
Yeah, I bet this is what they hear
up there where the galaxies twirl
I'll let the starlight amplify
this moment like megaphones
I'll build a house from supernovas
and make this vacuum my new home
Bathe in protuberances and
wash myself with sunbeams
My feet do photonedances
Because in space noone
can ever hear you dream
Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-17 at 18:55
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