Describe the touch, no it's the thought
it's warm and yellow and has [bad word] it's warm and yellow and...
he's so quiet I forgot he's there
and I think here I am.
“oh [bad word] back he's just a kitten...
he's just a kitten”
a thousand leaves for your disguise
fall on the sky
and looking up from down
is a sea to
realize the leaves are falling
up and down
up and round.
and this is from my heart to you
a crazy wind will stir me too and contre de la
isme
i am with you.