Annika Bentley - What a Spell

Forget the aeroplanes which can't save you now
Habit habit, little rabbit, I will drown in this skin
My golden memorial, scratch scratch scratch, flutter car-fast and plain
Pirated my diffidence and you let your lashes down to fly
Penchant pendant round and round it flickers faster than your moths
Stick this needle in my eye, my words left you so unsatisfied
Arrest within my every sigh and bear these losses by and by and by
I can weight the picture box in currency of robins now
You can sing a mother song with thumbs like rocking paper horses go
Tracing how I came to set this package out
Don't fight the civil service, I am the postal man

Written by:
Annika Bentley

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