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I could live in a place like that
in the corner
with a skylight
with a window
at night I'd throw it open and I'd sing
songs
and tales
and horrid things
and when the moon shone down
on your 90's Chevrolet
I’d dance like a banshee
-you do know that they dance
better than they wail?-
and with each star that twinkled
I’d crinkle
up
a piece of paper
and watch it graze your car
and I'd drop a bottle
of blue
glitter
on the floor
and track it everywhere
-magical footsteps
for
magical dreams-
and I'd steal your keys
and leave a pair
of
fairy wings
on your passenger seat
then I'd creep back through the window
and I'd sleep
listening to the rain against the skylight