Your mustard is like an electric cream.
Your seat like the new 27 Chevy cushrider supreme
In my heart sleep 43 digital blue cubes
mocking the mosaic of a flock of butterfly scene
Ive found new ways to express myself
one is through a once hidden machine
that revolves my soul through
plays my records true
and knows just what I mean.
You are the resonator.
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