my lungs will grow vines.
i will speak in the tongue of flowers,
fermented and estranged.you will kiss my neck
with the audacity of innocence
and how can I keep
from dancing in the rain?
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my lungs will grow vines.
i will speak in the tongue of flowers,
fermented and estranged.you will kiss my neck
with the audacity of innocence
and how can I keep
from dancing in the rain?