Witness the storm being born and your night being torn causing a slight change in the mood of the playlist and the songs that you share with yourself over a cup of coffee, strong.
I speak the language of this wind,
it peaks with a rythm
peach and a ribbon
his thick eyebrows
under butter strokes of puddles.
A duty of the skin is to perspire and be wet but a purpose of the skin is to hold you in regret.
of beats too sweaty.
of drums too heavy.
legs and arms are equally engaged
blame is a range
shoot with your shortcomings
swing worth
Shortening
It leaves abruptly
The spears fall.
I speak the language of this wind,
it peaks with a rythm
peach and a ribbon
his thick eyebrows
under butter strokes of puddles.
A duty of the skin is to perspire and be wet but a purpose of the skin is to hold you in regret.
of beats too sweaty.
of drums too heavy.
legs and arms are equally engaged
blame is a range
shoot with your shortcomings
swing worth
Shortening
It leaves abruptly
The spears fall.
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