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I am a dream that is awoken In the palpable stillness of night A feast of all things Drowning in the crypt of eyes So beautiful in silky aloneness Scintillating like the shadow of an imposter Gliding through the quicksand of glacial night Grappling with the behemoth of humanity Dancing with the fragility of raindrops perched on the sun A tangled morass of limbs spiked with sentience Colliding prismatically like an unruly flock of birds Oxygen and mayhem fluttering Upon the parading windstream I am the delightful trickle Of a distant waterfall's hushed rainbow I am a boy sewn together from scraps Of true love's wardrobe Rising strangely through the thunder clouds of heartbreak Like dawn whispers caressing every particle in the solar system I am all of these things and more Yet in the end only one truth remains: When love paints the dappled clouds With wandering rivulets of gorgeousness That morph majestically from one lovely unnameable form to another We kiss underneath a sky Made of nothing but us We kiss underneath a sky Made of nothing but us
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
Erupting With The Indefinable Characteristics Of A Patchwork Heart
I am a dream that is awoken In the palpable stillness of night A feast of all things Drowning in the crypt of eyes So beautiful in silky aloneness Scintillating like the shadow of an imposter Gliding through the quicksand of glacial night Grappling with the behemoth of humanity Dancing with the fragility of raindrops perched on the sun A tangled morass of limbs spiked with sentience Colliding prismatically like an unruly flock of birds Oxygen and mayhem fluttering Upon the parading windstream I am the delightful trickle Of a distant waterfall's hushed rainbow I am a boy sewn together from scraps Of true love's wardrobe Rising strangely through the thunder clouds of heartbreak Like dawn whispers caressing every particle in the solar system I am all of these things and more Yet in the end only one truth remains: When love paints the dappled clouds With wandering rivulets of gorgeousness That morph majestically from one lovely unnameable form to another We kiss underneath a sky Made of nothing but us We kiss underneath a sky Made of nothing but us
THIS IS A SONG! TO LISTEN: https://youtu.be/XhPM76GjYjY
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
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