Pavlov’s daughter

Pavlov’s daughter

woke up in the morning

Heard the bell ring

And something deep inside of her

made her want to salivate

So she lay there

drooling on her pillow

So she lay there

the sun skimming her skin

and

drooling on her pillow

Pavlov’s daughter

And it was far away

and hazy like a dream

Not a dream

but the ocean

Not the ocean

but forever…

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