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my colours have become muddy, confused and foul but now it is our song that winds will howl creation of yet another distance between you and i on my journey drowning as you stay high little by little, lost the sparkle that you devour, and hopes became frail like a sick little flower hollow, even meaning has lost its meaning with me i carry sweets such as love-lies-bleeding from earth not a sight, not a soul, not a beam can reach to the depth of my misty dream now embraced by the waves and foam, i sink petals escape my fingertips, bleeding and pink you, dearest colour-eating, joy-sucking vampire forsaken, yet my yearning for you is always dire even once sweet promises became bitter poison sunken, my eyelids and heart grew heavy as iron lilies stay afloat and your light can't reach to me tongue-tied, lips-shut, no more letting a single plea my tears now accompanied by freshwater pearls from my chest to the surface one last daisy swirls
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Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 7:36 PM UTC
i, ophélie
my colours have become muddy, confused and foul but now it is our song that winds will howl creation of yet another distance between you and i on my journey drowning as you stay high little by little, lost the sparkle that you devour, and hopes became frail like a sick little flower hollow, even meaning has lost its meaning with me i carry sweets such as love-lies-bleeding from earth not a sight, not a soul, not a beam can reach to the depth of my misty dream now embraced by the waves and foam, i sink petals escape my fingertips, bleeding and pink you, dearest colour-eating, joy-sucking vampire forsaken, yet my yearning for you is always dire even once sweet promises became bitter poison sunken, my eyelids and heart grew heavy as iron lilies stay afloat and your light can't reach to me tongue-tied, lips-shut, no more letting a single plea my tears now accompanied by freshwater pearls from my chest to the surface one last daisy swirls
nothing like the picture that my mind painted but yeah, missing him
vinca
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Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 7:36 PM UTC
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