Beauty and thy champagne
The Halloween clouds, the menarche rain dance
Cos inverse of infinite tragedy
The prodigy reaches thy solemn, thy fear
Heaven showers eternal bliss, hovering sandstones
Thy soliloquy embarrasses my haemorrhage
Your present resting in peace
The doors open for the unknown
The skies burn fire
The showers drench grenades
Feathers manicure our bliss
Our immature saga, the cradle equator
Quadratics commit suicide
Cremating all scenic sagas
The chronic luxury fades away
With all our classic epitomes.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
ŞiirNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
