Life,
Precious as it might be...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...
i wish you could see through my kaleidoscopic...
my skies are forever echoing your light...
Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...
Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...