The sky seems to be singing a familiar tune. You hear it in the voice of men, she thunders beneath the quiver. This electricity that flows within the mind fuels my shiver. Lucidity of eccentricity, profanity of maladies, lets forget the tragedy and enjoy the slience before violence. Those eyes spell desire, so I must say its something within the ocean I admire. So forgive me if it seems Im someone for hire. But its the heart that holds the secret to my reality, thats my malady.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 02:59:36 +0000
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