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Orange moon in a purple sky,
watching with your hurtful eye,
are you liking what you see?
All I see's a piece of me,
broken off and falling slow,
pieces of my heart and soul,
no one cares; it's all a show,
prob'ly why my heart is cold.
Orange moon in a purple sky,
why you tell such dirty lies?
Clean me with your dirty eyes,
still won't stop the hurt inside.
Body laying in the heat,
ambulance and James retreats,
to a place one often goes,
when he finds he's lost control.
Orange moon in a purple sky,
feel me as I curse and ride,
everyone on earth will die,
who can say for certain right?
Gathering the devil's lettuce I'll be hittin' soon,
while strolling through the apple of a mind I've bit into,
sometimes all we need is just a voice to listen to,
while gazing through the purple sky into a citrus moon.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
