Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
A secret life
hidden away...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...