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Mother me in this maze Blood transfused in your gaze The flood is high in confined quarters your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days The passage through unknown waters The light reflects white through our barters My hand extends to a friend, briefly we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes Tears tear holes in maroon silk Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces The salty seas add insult to injury transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Race to the Pinna
Mother me in this maze Blood transfused in your gaze The flood is high in confined quarters your eyes shimmer like coins on dying days The passage through unknown waters The light reflects white through our barters My hand extends to a friend, briefly we make amends with the alignment of lines on our hands Bull and battered man combined brute force with a weak mind but even your unkindness inspired warmth in my eyes Tears tear holes in maroon silk Blood red rubies fall from the slits in our faces The salty seas add insult to injury transport power from poor workers to hungry eyes We are mere travelers blessed with wooden cognizant hearts Secretly teasing the embers of life to ignite our hearths There is more to see than raging seas of empty flesh Crimes of passion and tears of possession are weaved and liquidated Run after the river of your ancestor's pursuits Bright and beautiful lights bouncing off the mirrors Enticing secular exchange in specular reflection The same mistakes are made for eternity since antiquity
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
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