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shouldn't be riding on angel's wings, floating with sea treasures stolen from the dragon king whose loss has caused deep animosity, the tides rise to swallow sirens bemused with heavenly voice turning hearts into water - following the depressions, caves, gravity does her work. no longer chained at sea,

do you like it all without the wrinkles? and i like it that you smile a little more. even though - the smile is for the smooth satin like surface, almost a reflection of your own narcissistic grin protruding out of that shallow mask slipping. and we make small chats, dance

hope. infinite - painting the clouds till the blossoms sprout about. all is fairy, the kinds that whisper of silver hidden deep in the caves, go dig it and the land is a huge cry away: lungs deflated sprouting fear, daisies black and withering in the eye

because i was getting tired you see, the last uphill climb had quite drained me - left me feeling blue, pink, red, black, a tinge of green. the green really got to me. fainting spells and a whoosh in my stomach: a doubled over then saw a hand offering to pull me out of that pit.

i come to you with gifts, of forbidden arts - the stiff necks wants all the lovelies for themselves, and here i am no miser. take a bite, no tricks you see, yes - your appetite has grown, feels horrendous when the delights i bring don't come the usual hour, make no

is between those thin line - you know the ones invisible you can not walk through it while in your best behavior, best suit, best cheeky grin, best twinkle in the eyes because the lines that burn like acid: they're already grappling at that lub dub, then the beat goes irregular just not that flesh is able to shed light on the clanking machines trying to decipher this pound of flesh

and you had to butt in - your stinky ass is not aroma: but you do not notice since you're never aware. did you know the star is light years from here? here is this instant, already gone as our handshakes means - bile being stored in a lovely secret, you tell me this all has to do with heaven's will.

red equates anger, red means love, red has to be blood lust - red can be romance, red is the color of roses ask me not why the red sea churns, how dense it is, dense could be stupid, dense could mean the accumulation of all these

come to me, sweet and natural, and i was just a boy - wanting to be an adult. i explored the world with rebellion, for the expected seemed lifeless, boring, banal: who's keeping the good stuff?

justice, what is it? the man apprehended said this is kidnap but the lonely enforcer had a bunch of