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I feet this heavy sensation thats full of dread I feel it all around, assuming sleep paralysis 4AM that I started planting subliminal thoughts in my head Specks like vessels, I had consciously felt before Struggled against the feeling, a feeling from what I did I loathe my youth, platonic love, and morbid existence And there's nothing more candid Waiting for another chance of life is not right I'm not like the feckless, like the bandits Covers may bring sorrow from swive and dives As long as you’ve got something to say then It doesn’t matter too much how you say it Lost, I highly recommend you stay alight Your jawline against mine is was like... A wave loudly clashing against a long shoreline The sillage you had left behind was majestic You're not like the limpid, like your kindred Getting rid of your oarless secrets that'll befold And there's nothing more candid Glowing white lips that fade Into silver comely light Away in a padded close My paracosm lies prostate Upon the wings of mine Upon your ditzy toes Upon your nacreous face
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sleepy Sighing Voyage
I feet this heavy sensation thats full of dread I feel it all around, assuming sleep paralysis 4AM that I started planting subliminal thoughts in my head Specks like vessels, I had consciously felt before Struggled against the feeling, a feeling from what I did I loathe my youth, platonic love, and morbid existence And there's nothing more candid Waiting for another chance of life is not right I'm not like the feckless, like the bandits Covers may bring sorrow from swive and dives As long as you’ve got something to say then It doesn’t matter too much how you say it Lost, I highly recommend you stay alight Your jawline against mine is was like... A wave loudly clashing against a long shoreline The sillage you had left behind was majestic You're not like the limpid, like your kindred Getting rid of your oarless secrets that'll befold And there's nothing more candid Glowing white lips that fade Into silver comely light Away in a padded close My paracosm lies prostate Upon the wings of mine Upon your ditzy toes Upon your nacreous face
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
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