Petrol Station Wallpaper Juice
Mad seas that by Starlightmelt away on the summer evenings.
She grasps yellow dreams beyond shadowsthe twilight is gone.Only she can command flying ghosts.
No words leftafter how many voyagesstop for a while take a chance.
Awake,awake, shifting unseeingburning at the edges.
Dreaming in her pallor of gold through splendid cities.
Her white gown made from flowers of inkmelting away on the summer evenings.Melting into the twilight.