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Flora Del Sol
At the unripe age of seventeen
The Earth collapsed beneath our feet
Amidst the lucid dreams and lack of sleep
Bringing balance to our heads
And it cried, "Help, Lord!" to the hollow moon,
So jealous of our afternoons
Spent heating twenty dollar bills
Just to escape our heads.
As the oceans pushed all of our towns
Deep beneath the splitting ground
Old Luna just came right on down
To laugh and watch us pour into the sea
But as we drifted, holding hands
Your eyes turned blue with rescue planned
As you begged me to understand
Why I had to let you sink and set you free.
As any dreamer would suggest,
I still remember your face the best,
Backlit by Helios and his guarantee
That I'd never have to live to see the end.
At the unripe age of seventeen
The Earth collapsed beneath our feet
Amidst the lucid dreams and lack of sleep
Bringing balance to our heads
And it cried, "Help, Lord!" to the hollow moon,
So jealous of our afternoons
Spent heating twenty dollar bills
Just to escape our heads.
As the oceans pushed all of our towns
Deep beneath the splitting ground
Old Luna just came right on down
To laugh and watch us pour into the sea
But as we drifted, holding hands
Your eyes turned blue with rescue planned
As you begged me to understand
Why I had to let you sink and set you free.
As any dreamer would suggest,
I still remember your face the best,
Backlit by Helios and his guarantee
That I'd never have to live to see the end.