Red Cherry Zen   Electric fan whirl, Alicia croons, hair sways in a wispy dance more for the empty room's benefit than for anything else, cherry brushes, nail polish, pineapple crushes, whistling, chin atop knees, blowing toes, let the world outside revolve in woes. I am painted in this moment, still, I belong. click music below to listen By horvax © 2008 horvax (All rights reserved)

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