I awoke.
Adewake, state your mind.
Upon mine.
I'm just fine.
The gwaymish way.
A day, I'll stay.
Atop her bays.
They all glistened.
The sea-dappled air.
It blows thickly on shore.
Adorn. Horns blow
In forlorn.
I'm torn.
I'm rampulsing through.
Those midnight blues.
Highlight beshrew.
Formal. From my
Mind unto
You.
The jubiscents of time.
Quote yours against
Mine.
I'm grime.
So scrub me.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
I awoke.
Adewake, state your mind.
Upon mine.
I'm just fine.
The gwaymish way.
A day, I'll stay.
Atop her bays.
They all glistened.
The sea-dappled air.
It blows thickly on shore.
Adorn. Horns blow
In forlorn.
I'm torn.
I'm rampulsing through.
Those midnight blues.
Highlight beshrew.
Formal. From my
Mind unto
You.
The jubiscents of time.
Quote yours against
Mine.
I'm grime.
So scrub me.
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