I had a cup of tea.
The sky was laced with poison,
I dreamed that you loved me.
My brother fell off his rocking horse,
The Platypus lost his head.
My best friend is a flying squirrel,
Who wears his wings to bed.
A flower dances plainly,
Upon the windowsill.
The sky is a laughing man,
Who is yet crying still.
Your eyes are made of treacle,
You dream of pizza pies.
The world is like a beach ball,
Which wears a pink disguise.
The malt shakes and the sugar pills,
Are walking hand in hand.
I close my eyes and touch the sun,
Hello my name is Sand.
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