All the venom that's green,
boiling up my blood that's red,
the distance that's never seen,
the pale skim warm's never fed,
sickly as a dried up pale bean
changes
How time gets heavier
and unlike
a fairy tale story,
the weather gets wetter,
in our wake,
and our glory
was a flashy lake
changes
Eyes yellow once so pretty,
and I can't whisper it, so green
no-one can ever answer the time,
changes
The lonlinest goodbye,
is the one of no cries,
wishes in a fountain,
always sink to the bottom,
there's never an answer,
how the coins slowly sink
and without incidence.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
All the venom that's green,
boiling up my blood that's red,
the distance that's never seen,
the pale skim warm's never fed,
sickly as a dried up pale bean
changes
How time gets heavier
and unlike
a fairy tale story,
the weather gets wetter,
in our wake,
and our glory
was a flashy lake
changes
Eyes yellow once so pretty,
and I can't whisper it, so green
no-one can ever answer the time,
changes
The lonlinest goodbye,
is the one of no cries,
wishes in a fountain,
always sink to the bottom,
there's never an answer,
how the coins slowly sink
and without incidence.
RGH
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