Blowing about those bare rocks
The blue crash of death will run black
Life is but a ship
Shot over the luscious sky
Blowing about those bare rocks
The blue crash of death will run black
Life is but a ship
Shot over the luscious sky
Through a misty forest he soars
Sprayed with hot summer rain
Sordid wants bitterly urge him to stop
Languidly beneath the moon
Shadows drive away her sun
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Through a misty forest he soars
Sprayed with hot summer rain
Sordid wants bitterly urge him to stop
Languidly beneath the moon
Shadows drive away her sun
...
Together they recall a thousand lives
What she never says
He must still sit there
Singing his sad love at no one
Crying a symphony of the goddess
So drunk on time, he aches
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Together they recall a thousand lives
What she never says
He must still sit there
Singing his sad love at no one
Crying a symphony of the goddess
So drunk on time, he aches
...
by I. C.
It plays as a TV in my head
I see beauty in these tiny apparatuses
Gorgeous language like a chant
Within their sweet picture
They whisper and lust for meaning
No tongue but a friendly spring
An enormous sea of sayings
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by I. C.
It plays as a TV in my head
I see beauty in these tiny apparatuses
Gorgeous language like a chant
Within their sweet picture
They whisper and lust for meaning
No tongue but a friendly spring
An enormous sea of sayings
...