The winds rustle through the jasmines
Calling out her within the branches of time
The sky painted from her dreams
The clouds so soft and sleek, as if timelessness appears
In my eyes i smell your smile
On my skin i feel your thoughts
i long for you to tell me her’s mine and mine’s hers
But to the crippling voices i say
In merriment i shall remain
For her is not gone, her is a wanderer, the only luminous enigma in a sea of bleak and black
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when greenish burns, and reddish flows,
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when greenish burns, and reddish flows,
when machinery pops and sobs in the further
when greenish slows, and reddish clears,
when happy days of birth announce at your feet,
silence shadows light, darkness glooms bright,
where time stops whening, where bluish sleeps,
where whys eat their tails, where blackish creeps,
where time stops whening, where bluish sleeps,
where trivialthings efforted, when matters of heart get far gotten
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I feel like the clariest of moments happen on the shitter
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I feel like the clariest of moments happen on the shitter
Pretty tipsy and quite lifted, i piss and titter
tatter tatter, i stare at my dick, oh so chipper
reminiscing of a whore shall made me a sinner
black soul and a stride of snobiness, flows of ichor
I shake my head, my thoughts linger out, no longer glimmer
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