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Why did you come here, complicated man? The sun had not yet fallen when my name came tumbling from spiced mouth. You've never said it before, You must have known what I am. Allegoried Calypso and Cressida and Dulcinea, How did you find me? Know to send two syllable plea running over wired bridge, straight into aching ears, over chaotic revelry and muted sorrow you let me drip from wrought iron balconies drank me up straight. You chose the city of tragic love to make sweet girl hiccup her penitential prayers. Perhaps I never learn, to stop making gods out of men but you, you make it abhorrently easy. Twice you called out for honey girl and I screamed alongside the brass to drown out the swell of cinnamon voice. One more time and I would surely sink. Do you sing so sweetly knowing nameless girl was violently trying to put the mist back? Because each careless wink and wolf grin shorn down grey forest of poorly concealed intention and weak resolve. You called my bluff, licked coppery maw, laughed at the familiar futitilty. Many a sweet girl have tried to ride scorpions. Only when I run from you do you wail from silvered moon, comefindme, donotloseme. You know I am trapped by my own fate. You become my darkness, abashed devil and now I know you dream of drowning in me, la fuente de la juventud, lion man. I want you to fall for me and I never want to find you at my feet.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
nuevos fantasmas, dioses antiguos
Why did you come here, complicated man? The sun had not yet fallen when my name came tumbling from spiced mouth. You've never said it before, You must have known what I am. Allegoried Calypso and Cressida and Dulcinea, How did you find me? Know to send two syllable plea running over wired bridge, straight into aching ears, over chaotic revelry and muted sorrow you let me drip from wrought iron balconies drank me up straight. You chose the city of tragic love to make sweet girl hiccup her penitential prayers. Perhaps I never learn, to stop making gods out of men but you, you make it abhorrently easy. Twice you called out for honey girl and I screamed alongside the brass to drown out the swell of cinnamon voice. One more time and I would surely sink. Do you sing so sweetly knowing nameless girl was violently trying to put the mist back? Because each careless wink and wolf grin shorn down grey forest of poorly concealed intention and weak resolve. You called my bluff, licked coppery maw, laughed at the familiar futitilty. Many a sweet girl have tried to ride scorpions. Only when I run from you do you wail from silvered moon, comefindme, donotloseme. You know I am trapped by my own fate. You become my darkness, abashed devil and now I know you dream of drowning in me, la fuente de la juventud, lion man. I want you to fall for me and I never want to find you at my feet.
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
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