I wear spectacles,
as my vision is broken.
I ride the wanderous trails,
until I am out of tokens.
Each cell of my body excites,
as my senses are tickled.
Life's majestic frights and delights,
of magical visuals and sounds of purity.
As I lay of the bed of decay,
I see the trees their skin and long limbs,
as they stretch and protect the creatures that frolic and play.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
I wear spectacles,
as my vision is broken.
I ride the wanderous trails,
until I am out of tokens.
Each cell of my body excites,
as my senses are tickled.
Life's majestic frights and delights,
of magical visuals and sounds of purity.
As I lay of the bed of decay,
I see the trees their skin and long limbs,
as they stretch and protect the creatures that frolic and play.
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