Pellucid soul for an equally pure girl, as for her leech lover, not so much.
Soft for your ears.
The world is SILENT
Impossible,
Anecdotes only imagination has the right to stir up
Total control in lucidity
Stories and overly-perfect situations
Whisping left and right,
these thoughts and images
climb on invisible steps of air
grasping at the clear surfacing clouds
above your head... a dream
You're on an distant iceberg battling a ( Read more... )
The world is SILENT
Impossible,
Anecdotes only imagination has the right to stir up
Total control in lucidity
Stories and overly-perfect situations
Whisping left and right,
these thoughts and images
climb on invisible steps of air
grasping at the clear surfacing clouds
above your head... a dream
You're on an distant iceberg battling a ( Read more... )
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