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The phone rings We’re sitting in the living room Two are reading One is knitting Three are writing The phone rings Everyone looks up There is a phone in this room It rings again Everyone looks at the wall They look confused Milliseconds of scrunched eyes There it’s perched In age and wear Hangs a phone You suddenly remember the faint memory of it Being there It’s always been there In the corner on that wall Always The phone rings You think you’re silly for not knowing Someone smirks it off Ignoring the fact that everyone Including Him Had that moment of confusion But the phone had always been there He got up and went to answer But a slice in the thick membrane that is reality Slips open And everyone forgets their memory That one simple everyday memory Of seeing the phone perched on the wall The phone was always there Wall aged around it, cobwebs intact But you look at ...

Being Gorgeous (What it takes) Kazam, kazoo, kablam, canoe Water rafting down the sweet secret ride I might have some rhyme Down the rivers of your heart Neon colored waters darkened through the years Like LA rivers mixed with oil Beauty in the melancholy world Hold up Back track Zip zap Like a mix tape on rewind Damn you’re gorgeous Colors spilling from your eyes Colors of blues, reds and greens Colors you haven’t even seen Paint the city lights red With flowers like roses Roses Roses Roses Primroses and Violets Blast Falling like sunset in the rain And glitter pieces in the trees Like the princess so beautiful That gold and jewels fell from her mouth Diamonds like your thoughts An emerald of your soul Rubies the size of shoes Show the rarity of your life Sapphires and onyx, gold and silver I wish it were true I wish I were you Standing tall in the winter air Feeling the sun in your bones ...