ClockSee that time does not run in straight lines the clock, it takes us back and forward. The designer waits... and presses...Clock
WombWhat daughters are made of the wind? That heavenly gust, sent to change, Over the generations of new minds, A wander that does not distinct age.Womb
They are royal in the heart, A golden statue, not in blood, Movement free of solid art, But the change is in the flood.
The memories linger over changing whirlpools, A father may act as a guide, a mother, God, Nevertheless, to remember a fitting fool, To remind us of the endless facade.
Where does love fit here? For these daughters of the wind? The heart encased in the eternal sphere, Of wai
BrokenFelt the same last year, after falling trestles scratched the moor. Name was imprinted onto fate, like a trackless adventurer. Love wavered his sword like a desperate fireman. The only fire I've stored, burnt my heart for passion.Broken
He would flick my eye with a thought, and soon I would adore. Mysterious men should not be so alluring. Figures in the dark. The fire would sustain me, would warm me to no end. I fought with reason, I bet against the insanity that he had brought.
Oblique mind frame. Continuance stance. Sudden flutter of the hea
WarWeighed down by glass columns, Their limber mains were feather. Simple changes to thought of mountains, Awful darkness within weather.War
Make a scatter amongst your solemn Members. Healthy ways in my December. Awesome provoked by your fountain Ways. A path which you would not devour.
A titter of a wave in their millions, Drowning the folks with a tremor. Ribbon red over white faces, no vermillion. John would kill his brother.
Something alone to be gone, A shiver in the cave, a whimper. Why should we shape a man to none
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The days pass by and change,
without us even realizing how blue the sky really is.
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Hail, red sparrow your view is old golden over.
Your kin has sunk their teeth in your worry.
Make your counter over sanguine people,
Their bread, flavoured a touch of honey.
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Hail, red sparrow your view is old golden over.
Your kin has sunk their teeth in your worry.
Make your counter over sanguine people,
Their bread, flavoured a touch of honey.
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Hail, red sparrow your view is old golden over.
Your kin has sunk their teeth in your worry.
Make your counter over sanguine people,
Their bread, flavoured a touch of honey.
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Hail, red sparrow your view is old golden over.
Your kin has sunk their teeth in your worry.
Make your counter over sanguine people,
Their bread, flavoured a touch of honey.
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