Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool
Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled
The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool
Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled
The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon
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