In sleep he sang to me
in dreams he came
that voice which calls to me
and speaks my name
and do I dream again?
for now I find
the crustacean of the opera is there
inside my mind
Classing the crap outta this place with a solid andrew lloyd webber reference
very classy indeed
ReplyDeletethe ripples in the crab are grand but the mask puts it over the edge. It kinda makes me sad.
ReplyDeleteDigging the colors, punk.
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