Bubble
Ben Morey
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Pink, green and silver
Careful maneuvers
Slow motion, mid-air
You spilling into me
Blood spinning inwardly
We are two-liter tornadoes
We are marrying ketchup bottles
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In a bubble
In a bubble with you
In a bubble
With the light coming through
The dust in your locket
The sage in my pocket
To Clear Weather we’ll send
Everything that crumbles in a box
Tied on to a rocket
You’re staying over
My wait is over
You’re staying over
My wait is over