Loma Rica, CA I smoke cigarettes. I drink coffee. I am a free soul, yet unlucky in love.
I sit. I wait. I watch. I learn. I do. I am an odd target for circumstance.
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They wounded you with such precision and concise motive that you didn't even notice the tidal wave of emotional atrophy seeping into your bones like a reticent relentless trepidation that left you so inexplicably guarded that you view even the most exquisite act of persuasion as an ulterior motive.
I pause with inclination brought on by the defining moments in time that your cloaked soul was visible yet inescapably sublime.
on night's ebony ocean on night's ebony ocean the ghost ship did sail the ghost ship did sail night's ghost ship did sail on the ebony ocean
twas an illusion of a boat twas an illusion of a boat floating across a darkened sky floating across a darkened sky an illusion of a boat twas floating across a sky darkened
silvery light emanated from the vessel silvery light emanated from the vessel as it navigated those vast seas as it navigated those vast seas the silvery vessel navigated those seas as from it vast light emanated
twas an illusion of a boat silvery light emanated from the vessel floating across a darkened sky the ghost ship did sail as it navigated those vast seas on night's ebony ocean
Transient action I wonder if he wanted to Geometrically pinpoint constellations Pastel hues in a camouflage fashion Springtime daisy blooms What wicked way comes If she thought she could auto not It was a choir singing harpsichord In street trash gutter subterfuge The tops of trees swayed in the winds With the gated cage striations