When Paris is waiting but your body can’t leave the heating beating heart of Vegas
When the fixation of jubilation is enough to make you want to blink pink stone
When you take the T.G.V. because you know it’s a speedier trip
You’ll find the watermelon tourmaline
Far away up up you’ll slip.
When you launch a rocket to limitless infinity and hope is installed in a new bar of soap that will cleanse your mind
When the captain says his prayers when he sees a golden haired dog on a planet that might not even be a planet anymore
When you wear his mask and the red space flashes silver to the ship
You’ll find the precious watermelon tourmaline
Far away up up you’ll slip.
When you unwrap a snack of hearts and there’s a foil of turmoil that tells you to write a fucking love letter
When doves were a symbol of peace and you want to eat them up because you think they’re so charming darling
When your fate is less than reliant on a super-stitched wear and tear and chocolaty chip
You’ll find the watermelon tourmaline
Far away, up up you'll slip.
~kayla
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