On shadows yonder, that is what you fear against, that rain he is wondering, spilling over like dreams. To cry when the words have begun, to turn to my desires, just seven wonderous seconds. A trapdoor you were falling through drifts across the sea. How to shake my nerves when he must dance for them, how to paint after the ending? He burns the sky with his blood. Soft endearments surround the ideal. Even if you can’t speak the rhythm, we are just a part of time. I keep this treasure to build my dreams. I fly this soul to carry you.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
On shadows yonder, that is what you fear against, that rain he is wondering, spilling over like dreams. To cry when the words have begun, to turn to my desires, just seven wonderous seconds. A trapdoor you were falling through drifts across the sea. How to shake my nerves when he must dance for them, how to paint after the ending? He burns the sky with his blood. Soft endearments surround the ideal. Even if you can’t speak the rhythm, we are just a part of time. I keep this treasure to build my dreams. I fly this soul to carry you.
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