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WSQF: a pond can be tranquility and hold the secrets you can't see beneath the surface lying deep are all the fantasies you keep..... AB: Desires leak , Upon the stream, No self control it tainted me, My eyes are Grey, The sky is blue, The grass is green, Come follow me, I need sense of serenity, WSQF: then idle here upon my surface surely your life has higher purpose within the mystic water , calm swim the warm pleasures, silent storm AB: Poring out desperate feelings, From gold containers, Evening high noon mornings, When it thickens, It becomes a figment of your imagination, WSQF: but what vessel to carry the wrath of discontent? for as we ride or die in life from whence we came is where we went AB: Learning all you teachings of how you react, It pays to have respect, And if there's no respect, In due time you wont get it back, They paid the way for that, WSQF: and still water runs deep, the game is set pay as you go, find no regret the streets are fine, the streets are cool but this pond of life ...can brand a fool AB: Like the fountain of youth, But a little more clear, Having you subdued, Mixed with drunken chandeliers, WSQF: but the dance goes on and if you down with it then the fountains spew all the love to spin it AB: Inadequate to regret, Having the water for a pet, In your dreams will you forget, All of the times that we spent, WSQF: and yet as we embrace this life, this human waste we love, and become fond still waters, this mystic pond.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
"Mystic Pond" (collabo with. wolf spirit aka quinfinn)
WSQF: a pond can be tranquility and hold the secrets you can't see beneath the surface lying deep are all the fantasies you keep..... AB: Desires leak , Upon the stream, No self control it tainted me, My eyes are Grey, The sky is blue, The grass is green, Come follow me, I need sense of serenity, WSQF: then idle here upon my surface surely your life has higher purpose within the mystic water , calm swim the warm pleasures, silent storm AB: Poring out desperate feelings, From gold containers, Evening high noon mornings, When it thickens, It becomes a figment of your imagination, WSQF: but what vessel to carry the wrath of discontent? for as we ride or die in life from whence we came is where we went AB: Learning all you teachings of how you react, It pays to have respect, And if there's no respect, In due time you wont get it back, They paid the way for that, WSQF: and still water runs deep, the game is set pay as you go, find no regret the streets are fine, the streets are cool but this pond of life ...can brand a fool AB: Like the fountain of youth, But a little more clear, Having you subdued, Mixed with drunken chandeliers, WSQF: but the dance goes on and if you down with it then the fountains spew all the love to spin it AB: Inadequate to regret, Having the water for a pet, In your dreams will you forget, All of the times that we spent, WSQF: and yet as we embrace this life, this human waste we love, and become fond still waters, this mystic pond.
An honor working with quin <3 <3 I dedicate this to him and to melz and to soul survivor, And others that I adore :)
arcassin-burnham
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
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