Guardian of constellations//
I'm sure is what the inside of your eyes are like//
Silent war within the goddess in you//
A dream of potion in the house//
The best thing that has ever happened to the stars//
On the flip side, the world has a hold on you//
A perfect strangle, still no control on you//
The direction of your fire being infinite//
Is the result of storms in the jungle//
A month old flood with good intentions//
While describing your existence through medicine//
Miss natural disaster, higher than heaven sent//
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Guardian of constellations//
I'm sure is what the inside of your eyes are like//
Silent war within the goddess in you//
A dream of potion in the house//
The best thing that has ever happened to the stars//
On the flip side, the world has a hold on you//
A perfect strangle, still no control on you//
The direction of your fire being infinite//
Is the result of storms in the jungle//
A month old flood with good intentions//
While describing your existence through medicine//
Miss natural disaster, higher than heaven sent//
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