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I sang the words made and threw by your tongue and hands. Indeed, I've tasted them like chocolate meringues.
Heard the sweet sounds like a yellow-breasted chat singing from the wood. I've seen my image as a melting color-changing mood, so long it's good.
July made the worst mistake and September said goodbye, I saw it the way August Lighted up my eyes.
We hit the road where I felt Dumb and all alone. Walked the empty streets Carrying a heart of stone.
I craved for October To make me feel so special. Entertained by a puppet-like kept and forced to see the ethereal.
My shadow was succumbed and blindly stung from that phase. I was in love with the absence of light from that time and place.
Deja vu is telling me stories of coldness flowing from my cheeks like a river. Playing "La Douleur Exquise" and cuddling with sleepless nights in November.
As for December, Days are getting colder. It freezes me with loneliness and memories, Still gazing up like a dreamer.
I've seen the stars from your eyes And the moon from your smile. It was just a dream of mine Lurking and talking the while.
