i wander thro' the golden street,
Near where i belong to,
And of all men, you are here
On every moment of my time
Most glamorousness
upon your breast
i sighed at you,
struggling in the midst of summer.
The invisible worm keep crawling in,
that scares all the devil mind in heaven
Over the faint red starlight
your voice most tender but it goes away.
the sound overpowers I start staring at you
in horror a full hour
to night
yet still more to come,
the last oozings
The warm days never cease
to set warps free
With a sweet canal later,
to swell the ground and plump the hazel shells
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
i wander thro' the golden street,
Near where i belong to,
And of all men, you are here
On every moment of my time
Most glamorousness
upon your breast
i sighed at you,
struggling in the midst of summer.
The invisible worm keep crawling in,
that scares all the devil mind in heaven
Over the faint red starlight
your voice most tender but it goes away.
the sound overpowers I start staring at you
in horror a full hour
to night
yet still more to come,
the last oozings
The warm days never cease
to set warps free
With a sweet canal later,
to swell the ground and plump the hazel shells
homesickness, miss the days, london,
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