Behind that tinted window, every breath of sensuality, resisting to be released.
the very elixer i have in my hands, all the time in the world cannot bring the closeness we once had.
to steal what was stolen from the fox of the blue corn moon.
the jagged little signs that arrows towards a solitary emptyness that was filled yet once again with the hollow hope that the gold shimmer once brought.
and only when the trees fall do the rocks learn to breathe.
when will the shallow whispers depart to bring back the sweetest of strange fruit?
into endless oblivion the sacred dreams brings life yet to the deranged.
oh when oh when will sanity be returned to the horizon that yearns for that deepest emotion that was wrongfully rewarded?
when time ceases and when the world stops for us,
it is then i will say.
imissyouso.
tequiro.
XXOO.
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