Nights breath,
wrap me all around your haze.
Lacking of light,
evening voice, sobbing.
Song of a siren stranded on a million stars,
tear me up,
bruise up my mind with the rustling wind of your laughter,
conspiring and swarming from yesteryear.
Silence manifestation,
may your voice enslave me,
burst of sensations and halfway felt sentiment.
Invigorating tonic that emerges on my skin by your lips virtue.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Nights breath,
wrap me all around your haze.
Lacking of light,
evening voice, sobbing.
Song of a siren stranded on a million stars,
tear me up,
bruise up my mind with the rustling wind of your laughter,
conspiring and swarming from yesteryear.
Silence manifestation,
may your voice enslave me,
burst of sensations and halfway felt sentiment.
Invigorating tonic that emerges on my skin by your lips virtue.
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