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(Rickey Rivers Jr.)
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In Celebration of a
Rain Cloud's Glimmer Butterfly In The Shade The Woman With Multiple Arms The Sea and Sun Converge Consuming Lies Like A Planet Ghost Babel Star Comb Planet VV Wild Reality Fish Talk Heron Foresaw Cradling Scalp Dancer Emotional Clothing Sheep and Sleep Vessel Ariel Adoption Mind Control Beneath Cities Maria Page Planet Hunter, My Hunter Metal Gathering of Wings Reality Cake How to Survive We Are Here Specks Winged Woman Eyes on the Sun Scalp City Letting Go of a Blade Desert Nights Tribulation Watery Bed Into the Fire Sky Siblings Curved Metallic Woman Decaying Essence Liquid Jazz Grave Talk Moonlight Wax Liquid Dancer Planetary Dreams Final Service In Celebration of
a Rain Cloud's Glimmer
The idea of celebrity, scary At the funeral there isn't a casket to carry The celebrity illusion burns The longevity illusion burns Only a word defined; letters float, reaching high Ashes rain down on those who worship. Open your mouth for a taste of them Fame sizzle the tongue A grasp of an ash is a foolish task to partake in They would never touch your hand if they could avoid it. The smell of ash rain is sweet, it waters the eyes Burn yourself in a money bed They will be horrified and make biopics Fame lost in the flames. Unrecognizable corpse, the funeral is funny Wipe a tear with a bill and throw it away No, burn bills before others can touch them “The scariest thing is the undeserving.” That's what you believe from a high tower Wave those dreams away They all form below Pray heavy, no shower after hours. |