You are wafting above my carelessness like an aged, crafty hope.
Bearing in mind that, starting from this verse, I'm utilizing as much tenderness as I can, tolerating the brainstorming of some beautiful expressions I had saved, on the American manual lexicon that I craved, your mushy wings are too soft to ponder manipulating the ruin's hell, keep your baby heart classy and friendly so you can dwell.
There are days that you are glinting like a concealed jewel, joining the stars through their ceremonies, acting cool.
I'm too rigid and miserable to smash. Your whole integrity dares not mess with the unsolved poetic puzzle in its cache.
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 12:50 PM UTC
You are wafting above my carelessness like an aged, crafty hope.
Bearing in mind that, starting from this verse, I'm utilizing as much tenderness as I can, tolerating the brainstorming of some beautiful expressions I had saved, on the American manual lexicon that I craved, your mushy wings are too soft to ponder manipulating the ruin's hell, keep your baby heart classy and friendly so you can dwell.
There are days that you are glinting like a concealed jewel, joining the stars through their ceremonies, acting cool.
I'm too rigid and miserable to smash. Your whole integrity dares not mess with the unsolved poetic puzzle in its cache.
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