Tired of being blues..
Like a drop of imagination recoiling
A new loop of darkness...
Tough version of shades of grey...
Like a silky smooth transition of sailing wine glittering shadows
Striking rums shot

moving overnight a fall of honey ...
A fan rotating in the ceiling...
Yet turning ...
Gazing
Wide open eyes...
Just in deep electronic bombardment
Mind shattered...
Very simple to complex...
Like a drop of blood
Falling
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Pain a touch of emotional kites
Cutting the streams ..
Slowly swings
Distracting smokes ...
Whisky desperately needed..
Just to sleep again.

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Just to sleep again.

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