A Stop Motion Bloom

Was this a dream?
The boy blinked again.
Above the record player appeared brightly; an arc of coloured light.
It hovered, ghost-like, it glowed and pulsed.
It pumped like a blood filled heart.
It jerked and quivered. like a stop motion bloom.



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-christophe Michael Le Saout, Sara Genn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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