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Writing #2
A loves lose, to flous.
Magnificent, love to form beauty, within.
A kin towards, sin.
A cloud, off polished rocks.
Towards us.
Lovers ink two may parish through thee atmostphere. Through Romans romance of crippeling hearts. Once blown to oblieven. Shall surpass thee
Bluggened eyes, crystals inside. Don't mind, the scattered time and upsidedown rhyme. Lined on opond, stages.
Gallicy
A last I shall pear deep omoungth the over awakening webs, of undisbutibal past of blad filled lust. They are as useful, as a cisgaret. With use, for the moment however, not everydays use. To though capable, of refusing the blatant, stigma we sharish. Of addicting, we share. We tare our identity though spoken words, not shared by most. Together more the coutan lies we hide within. Unmistakenably unknow to those stigma driven zombies. Undisputedely original.
Insane cigeret smoke
To smiling, dancing faces.
Of thee mad hatters glince
Of sanity to sane as alive going to thrive.
Like alice in her wondering eyes
Perception that undetects.
True fantinicies lost of thee.
Going from ash to white to red
with such fight.
Go night.
Disshegeled wings
Frozen like two angel fish. Flightless and sightless that was too. Oh too much to spair the broken tare. As a night mare me be aware. It depends on whether or whether not a care. Nor loath entirely different norms. The I sworm to you. Suicidal misfits of lust to pleager... With your hearts, on my side. However, you worship thee unknown and enter the show.
Wingless Doove
Spring time is like a rhyme. Tracesless over forthermore though time rather its' self. That allows glass to melt. To account the hoovering tirain of mystic and untaimable beeing. With just a tint of red to cercome a shed of white. With a little fright, with a good knight rise. Of such lavish writing. Within the rubbelin ash, to live mistakenly crossed paths. To where, to where, to where no one would care.
Writing #1
A fallen, rose within rippling waves.
Of, love to hate.
From spair, to unspair.
To enspiring rome.
