mee
Crimson Soul
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Post by mee on Aug 1, 2014 6:54:53 GMT -5
i can touch the wind with a blink of eye eyelash breeze like a butterflies smile shiver touched feather flick of a ghost my eyes can see what your eyes won't streaming miracles nullified dreams all up to our necks in our ground down knees begging on a long lost thought of peace wanting our lives to never cease
immortal shapes of hollow looks raw as a ripped off face with hooks new to the universal ledge we fight like nutters on the f*cking edge raised in fear first taste was blood last taste is gone sure looks good
we sure don't know we puzzle'fied beings stood in the loss of all we've seen hope there's no echoes of life on mars whispering what we're gonna do with ours carving it up in a day waste way year on tear in a horrified stay
got to get clear as the blink comes down lost eyes seeing where we won't be found graves don't lie , they just surround
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Post by goldfinch on Feb 23, 2015 2:04:07 GMT -5
This is a seriously surreal trip, and yet I feel very connected to it. No crit, because my eyes still have not adjusted.
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