Thousand little paper cuts,
Strewn on my bedroom floor.
I sit in the neon glow,
Listening to the rhythmic even flow.
If ever I receive a thousand hugs,
I will send a violet bug to light up my skies.
And then I will strike all his strings,
Setting an everlasting violet phase,
Then everybody will probably recognize this face.
Above the velvet sky,
I fell right through and saw the bug buzz me by,
Among the stars was a warmth he found,
Seeing all the shrewd coldness die.
I curl upon my bed,
Watching the violet bug,
Smiling, watching his shadow on my ceiling.
I let him be,
As he buzzed like a starry orb revolving around me.
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