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where is the sun in your eyes
that gave me music at night
gave me letters and words
as ink to birth the tumor
of breaths. i take them every now and then
and my conscience play blind
with chords. symphony is a tragic lingo
trapped in between our fingers. as we foreshadow
what we could never achieve with the sound
of dreaming city and the ceiling - wide asleep.
where is the sun in your eyes
that gave me music at night
gave me letters and words
as ink to birth the tumor
of breaths. i take them every now and then
and my conscience play blind
with chords. symphony is a tragic lingo
trapped in between our fingers. as we foreshadow
what we could never achieve with the sound
of dreaming city and the ceiling - wide asleep.
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FaeryChild on June 24oii rif!
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poetryality : Hello beautiful grandchild! on June 12 The seasons change and so does your scree name. I have a hard time keeping track of you. I know who you are no matter what you'll call yourself tomorrow. LOL
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