Electrical Transfer
And the fallen world weep in my little arms of children. They lie down and blow their nose in a full moon. Where will I deposit their tears? In my Bathtub. And the roundness of intense life attracts them. They give nothing. They take. Do they expect an answer from me? Or just a little loving touch?
I want to dance. Just dance. I’m waiting for someone to give me something. But nobody really fed me.
And the fallen world weep in my little arms of children. And my female body which I don’t understand. I’m me, but I’m another. Their mother, their daughter, their lover, I’m them… Or their classy little friend for a minute. I’m them.
I just want to dance. Just dance. I’m waiting for someone to give me something. Really. Truly.
Oh, I need more. Oh, I need more.
I want to make a move. Somewhere else. I’m looking for limitless heaven where only celestial beings dance. Down here, the fallen world weep, and I can’t cry anymore. Pain is assumed inside me. I’m afraid of nothing. And I’m even not afraid to not be afraid. I’m limitless. And It shines too much inside me. I need to open my mouth.
And the fallen world weep in my little arms of children. They lie down and blow their nose in a full moon. And the roundness of intense life attracts them. They give nothing. They take. Do they expect an answer from me? Or just a little loving touch?
Men are intrigued, but they’re never confident. I scared them. I’m not enough cow, simple, silly. But I will not betray myself. I will not lower my head. I will look them in the eye to the end. Too many women? Too much pretty? Too much strong? Or fragile?
I just want to dance. Just dance. I’m waiting for someone to give me something. But nobody really fed me.
I’m looking for those who are dancing to the end.
Where will I deposit their tears? In my Bathtub.
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