SILVER BOYS

I want a cool melody. Pacific islands, set me free. We walked down the promenade together, to watch all those silver boys dance like beggars.

I want a spark that never dies. Pulled all the half-light from your eyes. Feed me white apples. Move me in to the high and silent city you are building in your skin.

If these lines grow bitter, let me know. Cover me in blinding roses. We fall into the street. Silver boys dance like beggars, swimming in the heat.

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