The flowers they dance in the breeze
and in my eyes too
Fragrance of something coming to fruition
so true
Trance begets wondering in cognition
its a dance
Memories ring like songs that I used to listen to
just a thing
The moment, living memories, purple hue
infinite meme
stealing my breath from envies rue
left in steam
Seeing you fall away in the cosmic ocean
snap out of it -
It's time to snap out of it.
I would say we can't keep meeting like this,
but I guess we can.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
The flowers they dance in the breeze
and in my eyes too
Fragrance of something coming to fruition
so true
Trance begets wondering in cognition
its a dance
Memories ring like songs that I used to listen to
just a thing
The moment, living memories, purple hue
infinite meme
stealing my breath from envies rue
left in steam
Seeing you fall away in the cosmic ocean
snap out of it -
It's time to snap out of it.
I would say we can't keep meeting like this,
but I guess we can.
the air keeps bringing me good thoughts, even when it's sad
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