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The swooshing of an aircraft as I struggled to image paint not knowing that all of my body is the sailcloth, a masterpiece My eyes is blinded by madness and I would blame an empty head and the blade that was my weapon is used to myself instead Who will defend me, a woeful being will you sacrifice your creed? If the waves of the ocean water they will drown you to your death I am the moon lover and the rain is my mistress When they see me together I am the king of chains And we all will gleam simultaneous the light, the water, and flame oh! the two of them outshined me still, I am bewitched.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Bewitched
The swooshing of an aircraft as I struggled to image paint not knowing that all of my body is the sailcloth, a masterpiece My eyes is blinded by madness and I would blame an empty head and the blade that was my weapon is used to myself instead Who will defend me, a woeful being will you sacrifice your creed? If the waves of the ocean water they will drown you to your death I am the moon lover and the rain is my mistress When they see me together I am the king of chains And we all will gleam simultaneous the light, the water, and flame oh! the two of them outshined me still, I am bewitched.
Frio. The cold. The ice. The talker and the chained.
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
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