Subtracting light and bleeding into night though white and not,not dark a spot lets through a little piece of you, and you
not knight,a damsel in distress could I do any less than save?
I am a slave upon this summer time, a bee line making humming sound and finding solid ground to stretch my intellect,yet I subtract another integer,point another middle finger,bleed a little lingering,waiting for my lady to sing to me and too readily I agree another touch upon this key in life,in life that's all I see,the dark and light,the melody,the reasoning,the happiness and misery,the woe,the war,the deaf,the blind who cannot see,therefore I consider,lucky me who has so much,who has the touch to touch upon the chords that make up me the song,sing on and so it goes.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Subtracting light and bleeding into night though white and not,not dark a spot lets through a little piece of you, and you
not knight,a damsel in distress could I do any less than save?
I am a slave upon this summer time, a bee line making humming sound and finding solid ground to stretch my intellect,yet I subtract another integer,point another middle finger,bleed a little lingering,waiting for my lady to sing to me and too readily I agree another touch upon this key in life,in life that's all I see,the dark and light,the melody,the reasoning,the happiness and misery,the woe,the war,the deaf,the blind who cannot see,therefore I consider,lucky me who has so much,who has the touch to touch upon the chords that make up me the song,sing on and so it goes.
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