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*i saw you i saw your fiery eyes it was like looking into a cup  unstoppably filling up to its brim yours, abundantly filled with vehement grim so uneasy it was conjecturing your mind gave me a reason to unwind for a little while tell my why all the pretends and quiet sighs, enshrouding whats from behind what it is there inside why do you need to hide thy precious heart with no choice but to turn itself into an agitated smoldered iron strengthened  heart, furnished like art you are a burning metal amenably hammered by many foes far more drowned with the empty souls where are you, where is the real you how did your soul turn so blue let me condole drilling poles amidst the cold rendering you a hand and something to hold I will find yours along with all the lost long hoarfrost waiting to be accost along with the alley of souls growling down the holes in line, next to mine unleash a shine, your spirit so divine let your caliginosity be replaced all be thy grace shall be embraced this time, fearlessly without minds controlling slavery cutting the negativity and ignoring life's declivity see yourself walking through the flame no more lames without the shame and doubt getting burnt stepping on with something learnt now you are changed, well-transformed, someone born to aspire,  died meant to inspire, honey you are retrofire, firing in the night sky but not as heaping as an empty pyre but as fierce as an enraging forest fire*
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Alley of Souls
*i saw you i saw your fiery eyes it was like looking into a cup  unstoppably filling up to its brim yours, abundantly filled with vehement grim so uneasy it was conjecturing your mind gave me a reason to unwind for a little while tell my why all the pretends and quiet sighs, enshrouding whats from behind what it is there inside why do you need to hide thy precious heart with no choice but to turn itself into an agitated smoldered iron strengthened  heart, furnished like art you are a burning metal amenably hammered by many foes far more drowned with the empty souls where are you, where is the real you how did your soul turn so blue let me condole drilling poles amidst the cold rendering you a hand and something to hold I will find yours along with all the lost long hoarfrost waiting to be accost along with the alley of souls growling down the holes in line, next to mine unleash a shine, your spirit so divine let your caliginosity be replaced all be thy grace shall be embraced this time, fearlessly without minds controlling slavery cutting the negativity and ignoring life's declivity see yourself walking through the flame no more lames without the shame and doubt getting burnt stepping on with something learnt now you are changed, well-transformed, someone born to aspire,  died meant to inspire, honey you are retrofire, firing in the night sky but not as heaping as an empty pyre but as fierce as an enraging forest fire*
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
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