A weightless, semi-erotic kind of view, stands close to the timid and painful.
Is this maroon gaze you give me tear my poor eyes apart?
So sing it to the deaf, blind and mute.
Salvaging all drugs for you my dear.
Bloom in view for others to see and let them wash you off their skin.
Bloom for few, cast a shadow so gargantuan it swallows the whole sky.
So faithful but drunk you are on these cold nights.
I get sick once midnight strikes.
Never will I wait for you across the sea.
I'll get the feeling in my pit like needless scrapping down an icicle.
If I fall, don't blink twice, fall down with me to the last floor and let the sirens of ambulances,
be the last of wordily noises.
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