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MY COVER OF MARIAH CAREY’S “HONEY"
Moonlight feels me rippling on its surface… Your legs have tried to keep up with my talk, your hands with my eyes, your tongue has tasted what I hear in my dream that I have every Thursday night… Listen to this: a reddish barn, with one lonely cow, my heart, the sounds of somebody thinking sad thoughts about a river back home… My love for you is like a honey-smeared clown bound and gagged on top of an anthill… Your dream is listening to what I say… |