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A Thought
Dangling in affection for whats lost
And whats not perfection forced
Am hanging on the reaction of
Blossoming flowers
On a cloudy desert
Wind, soft, still, wind...
whispers, sweet empty nothings
Blind omnipresence
Passing on sound judgement
On deaf madness.
Sweet music
A distraction I seek
To drown of this bleak
Sick and opaque
Feeling that's drilling
Open my soul
Yet am willing
My soul let it devour.
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And whats not perfection forced
Am hanging on the reaction of
Blossoming flowers
On a cloudy desert
Wind, soft, still, wind...
whispers, sweet empty nothings
Blind omnipresence
Passing on sound judgement
On deaf madness.
Sweet music
A distraction I seek
To drown of this bleak
Sick and opaque
Feeling that's drilling
Open my soul
Yet am willing
My soul let it devour.
© All Rights Reserved
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