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The poignance of a well lit room overshadowed by impending doom the effervescence loom the smoke screen hues lyrical debauchery of the cacophony of the bees the monotony of human bee-ings the trees sway unrest the roots melt with soot the oaks bent their heads raise a white smoke flag in silent victory, Where are we lifeless or livid again ? Are we questioning dreams of ourselves? These veins **** as a toad hops, onto the gravel of a broken pavement from a shallow pool of naked warmth, somewhere deep hidden under these falls, a white sleeve of corporate piety; human mirth of bilious greenery, crackling like bones, the froth of jealousy pools as teary eyes roll over rapid.eye.movement sleep, it lurks behind crimson bushes, eyes glinting like headlights, glitter fury. You’re an abomination to every blood-poem I’ve surmised so far, no matter how far. Your eyes match the size and shade of my backyard moon orchards. A satiable reflection of what we used to be, In a spectrum of green. I cease to be.
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
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The poignance of a well lit room overshadowed by impending doom the effervescence loom the smoke screen hues lyrical debauchery of the cacophony of the bees the monotony of human bee-ings the trees sway unrest the roots melt with soot the oaks bent their heads raise a white smoke flag in silent victory, Where are we lifeless or livid again ? Are we questioning dreams of ourselves? These veins **** as a toad hops, onto the gravel of a broken pavement from a shallow pool of naked warmth, somewhere deep hidden under these falls, a white sleeve of corporate piety; human mirth of bilious greenery, crackling like bones, the froth of jealousy pools as teary eyes roll over rapid.eye.movement sleep, it lurks behind crimson bushes, eyes glinting like headlights, glitter fury. You’re an abomination to every blood-poem I’ve surmised so far, no matter how far. Your eyes match the size and shade of my backyard moon orchards. A satiable reflection of what we used to be, In a spectrum of green. I cease to be.
raymond-dias
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
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