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Somewhere at the watercourse- Silvery brume. Shining through, like pulsing light- Golden iris are in bloom. Tongues of brazen flame- Snap their reflection against the lukewarm mirror- This is where order looms. Felicity- Serenity- Vestigial depression. Second guesses- Underwhelming quests in wrong directions. Oh elixir. Oh watercourse- Oh inanimate eloquence. How you tempt me with your evocative consonance. You remind me of a woman- Her husband and her son- To me you are a drifter- You remind me of the sun- You remind me of a king- of a man with sore eyes- Mourning late son. In the mornings sun rise. Watercourse watercourse- Lazy eyed shadow. Left handed perfectionist- Seething pale shallow. Watercourse watercourse- Your body feeds the worms. Your souls seams have torn. Watercourse watercourse.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Morning sun, Mourning son
Somewhere at the watercourse- Silvery brume. Shining through, like pulsing light- Golden iris are in bloom. Tongues of brazen flame- Snap their reflection against the lukewarm mirror- This is where order looms. Felicity- Serenity- Vestigial depression. Second guesses- Underwhelming quests in wrong directions. Oh elixir. Oh watercourse- Oh inanimate eloquence. How you tempt me with your evocative consonance. You remind me of a woman- Her husband and her son- To me you are a drifter- You remind me of the sun- You remind me of a king- of a man with sore eyes- Mourning late son. In the mornings sun rise. Watercourse watercourse- Lazy eyed shadow. Left handed perfectionist- Seething pale shallow. Watercourse watercourse- Your body feeds the worms. Your souls seams have torn. Watercourse watercourse.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
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