Complecancy sits in circles,
And you sit adjayscently to me
Closing your doors, like confousioily (so ******* silly)
You are a Shannonball, with your own sense of awareness
Compared to this, an angel to kiss
Nocturnal
The moon controls your tides
Maybe well be able to meet again on some other side of some other point of existence at a point of being that the stars shine in favor of us