e e cummings - how I wish I could write like you
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e e cummings - how I wish I could write like you
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
everyone has a secret inside, something sleeping like that yellow bird
Sometimes I can’t sleep I’m swimming in so many words
slowly, really slowly, I'm spinning song and dancing, rising voice beneath my skin
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