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Down in the depths Of the fallen thistles of my Jewel tree, we Could not be baubles, A tradition, set in chemical marble As we smoke closer together Blue, red, green All the colours of a Real crack Don't feel for me I think I have that side covered; Just know, Know what I feel for you And how words are lazy servants. Fly, dove on stiff wings, Dive, depths of swirl, Log on fire hearth and heart Believe me, Like I believe you Don't feel, Know, Know I don't care about presents from catalogues anymore For You can't wrap what you feel in paper Just in secrets... Well no more.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Another One, not more.
Down in the depths Of the fallen thistles of my Jewel tree, we Could not be baubles, A tradition, set in chemical marble As we smoke closer together Blue, red, green All the colours of a Real crack Don't feel for me I think I have that side covered; Just know, Know what I feel for you And how words are lazy servants. Fly, dove on stiff wings, Dive, depths of swirl, Log on fire hearth and heart Believe me, Like I believe you Don't feel, Know, Know I don't care about presents from catalogues anymore For You can't wrap what you feel in paper Just in secrets... Well no more.
Something random, but I wanted to write sonething for this most traditional of times. Things are changing.
#love#friends#happiness#people#change#us
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
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