"In the wake of his empyrean...he's the foremost to have taken a nibble of the dominion's prime ecstasy.....just to lose all...for the next momentary bliss..."
" to the rapport of the mysterical unboxings...and some topical strategies.....the mystics of the shores still crumble the lying shells...:
for some days...do not live up with the new dimes
and the watered ones ....are simply the beauty of rhymes
' where crimps go beyond the fusion
old retinas' pair gets lost to the preclusion..
Those tears that she treasured....
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To the songs of the ages....and the afterguises of delight...
The files on his table and the cups of plight..,
That room of elegance and the tiles of striate,
imbecile she finds herself....in the presents of the past...
the one with his trickeries and the blisses which won't last...
Her dancing flicks on the flawless screams are worthy of the chasemaster...
for the pace-breaking calculus is itself a disaster,.,
He demolished the 'old one'....for the choices of the glory..
for seemed she nothing like embolden....to form a new story....,..
...his smirk still seems so real....with the effortless shride...
....her moles still feel surreal with that infamous preside..,
"Oceans' still don't fear...
To the shiny eyes,....and the childlike screams....
May be this is why he thrives in the silence of the nights...
for the requeim of his own world....and the unbended light.,,
To what used to be....and what is now...
May be this all is the beauty ...for which you say 'wow'...
For when the kisses filled the void ,
and moans told the tales...
The wishes came true..
with the fade of her nails..
May be this is why the clueless one...is the blessed
For the vista of dawn......was to be re-dressed...
So he destroys everything....almost every night...
for the loaths of the blood....seems his very right...!!
Tempting it is for her....the survival of the chaos...
the history of the riots....and the arrival of the mayos ..
You see....humor isn't the remedy...but so is the demolition..,
what exactly does that takes....is a kiss devoid of fruition !!!....!
-- The seekers of the meridian bathe the profoundness....aye !!
" to the rapport of the mysterical unboxings...and some topical strategies.....the mystics of the shores still crumble the lying shells...:
' Over the distasteful futures
To the glorious nights....
from the disapproval of perceptions
to the union of apprehensive yearnings...'
he's seen that all...
for some days...do not live up with the new dimes
and the watered ones ....are simply the beauty of rhymes
' where crimps go beyond the fusion
old retinas' pair gets lost to the preclusion..
Those tears that she treasured....
forgive the impounding way of the new grasslands......
every-time.....
every single fucking time..."
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To the songs of the ages....and the afterguises of delight...
The files on his table and the cups of plight..,
That room of elegance and the tiles of striate,
imbecile she finds herself....in the presents of the past...
the one with his trickeries and the blisses which won't last...
Her dancing flicks on the flawless screams are worthy of the chasemaster...
for the pace-breaking calculus is itself a disaster,.,
He demolished the 'old one'....for the choices of the glory..
for seemed she nothing like embolden....to form a new story....,..
...his smirk still seems so real....with the effortless shride...
....her moles still feel surreal with that infamous preside..,
"Oceans' still don't fear...
and the sands still don't waste tears....
For today....one still might not wait....
and another still might not care "
To the shiny eyes,....and the childlike screams....
" The baits this time....would come quite lame...,
for you with the brand new stories to blame..
Pitchy love and uninitiated endings....
all propose him in the de-throned mendings...
for the requeim of his own world....and the unbended light.,,
To what used to be....and what is now...
May be this all is the beauty ...for which you say 'wow'...
For when the kisses filled the void ,
and moans told the tales...
The wishes came true..
with the fade of her nails..
May be this is why the clueless one...is the blessed
For the vista of dawn......was to be re-dressed...
So he destroys everything....almost every night...
for the loaths of the blood....seems his very right...!!
Tempting it is for her....the survival of the chaos...
the history of the riots....and the arrival of the mayos ..
You see....humor isn't the remedy...but so is the demolition..,
what exactly does that takes....is a kiss devoid of fruition !!!....!
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