The line is long, too far for the opulent to see…in the debris of hope we find our shattered beliefs
To a degree, I’d agree then regress to savage ruin. The fires burn intense, but that news is a painted loss.
Through the transparencies I believe and run with my naked thoughts. My rabbit hole runs deep my doll.
In this region, my treason could be attained and highly sought after. Don’t try to revise things I’ve mastered.
Hello, my love, welcome to your safe haven…a brazen misstep for those who dream and overslept.
I’m patient, alluring, a gentle breeze on your waivered mind. A soul, for here to go, and thrust upon a subtle mine.
My thoughts transcribed and then dictated without my face to prescribe the Light.
So it’s a journey, that’s lightly burning, a mind in the midst that never pauses, forever churning.
The ideas of this day harken to a clever dawn, rewind, stay resigned, and live like you were never born.
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