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staying for red wisps and blue gazes it was a passing torch to a love unwanted few words heard from milky trips the rest undetected as the black hole takes it all hostage she’ll focus on the mirage, so it laughs and I fall behind with green knives and bullet so closest no more I want to say no more I feel I can say reeking of bleach and fallen stars dusting my tomb of a laden fantasy I’ve made it to hell without even dying I’ve made my life here without even trying all this happened as I began falling from her voice there’ll come a pastel dream or so I think, or so it seems, it’s only from what I have seen if there’s nothing in this world of burnt out trees how easy would it be to create something like a blank canvas for a dreamer but who still shakes at caressing the ink and at a single mistake at a glimpse of reality will burn it all again all again peradventure the worst if flames are the same in both our heads melting in the winter it’ll comfort or hurt step away or get closer careful with my words who knows what’ll wither or what’ll grow fateful with my words who knows what’ll wither or what’ll grow
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
her sunset being (falling from dreams)
staying for red wisps and blue gazes it was a passing torch to a love unwanted few words heard from milky trips the rest undetected as the black hole takes it all hostage she’ll focus on the mirage, so it laughs and I fall behind with green knives and bullet so closest no more I want to say no more I feel I can say reeking of bleach and fallen stars dusting my tomb of a laden fantasy I’ve made it to hell without even dying I’ve made my life here without even trying all this happened as I began falling from her voice there’ll come a pastel dream or so I think, or so it seems, it’s only from what I have seen if there’s nothing in this world of burnt out trees how easy would it be to create something like a blank canvas for a dreamer but who still shakes at caressing the ink and at a single mistake at a glimpse of reality will burn it all again all again peradventure the worst if flames are the same in both our heads melting in the winter it’ll comfort or hurt step away or get closer careful with my words who knows what’ll wither or what’ll grow fateful with my words who knows what’ll wither or what’ll grow
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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