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Her hands, warm Touched the chill of my neck I fell into her storm, as my bodies shivers wept. Persistence in her visions No contingency plan Realism is a prison Used to deafen our clan Deserved to be queen Yet she settled as a servent Serpents obey, her every word Her every movement He wouldn't sit still Couldn't watch her life dwindle The image in his mind, was of her, in his temple Prince of destiny, next to the King of irony Fighting freely, in the depths, of distant harmony Harmingly charming three, snakes emerged from ripples That spread throughout the water pond The spirits of the ritual She raised a blade so elequently said, "show me your heart." As I did, undisturbingly, she drove it through that body part I bled out, as her voice started, Whispering in my ear Fading into darkness, as if it were a dream I heard "I will never be your queen.." Now like a ghost, at most, no alibi My feelings shine though, always without a try I was the Prince, I was the King of miss distress Until the end, Now I am Translucent.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Translucent Translation
Her hands, warm Touched the chill of my neck I fell into her storm, as my bodies shivers wept. Persistence in her visions No contingency plan Realism is a prison Used to deafen our clan Deserved to be queen Yet she settled as a servent Serpents obey, her every word Her every movement He wouldn't sit still Couldn't watch her life dwindle The image in his mind, was of her, in his temple Prince of destiny, next to the King of irony Fighting freely, in the depths, of distant harmony Harmingly charming three, snakes emerged from ripples That spread throughout the water pond The spirits of the ritual She raised a blade so elequently said, "show me your heart." As I did, undisturbingly, she drove it through that body part I bled out, as her voice started, Whispering in my ear Fading into darkness, as if it were a dream I heard "I will never be your queen.." Now like a ghost, at most, no alibi My feelings shine though, always without a try I was the Prince, I was the King of miss distress Until the end, Now I am Translucent.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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