Let all the nights fade away
All the sorrows , left behind , within our soul
Let them mascara their gratitude
bid adieu to the cocaine longevity
To the charismatic amnesia of our pelvic aorta
Existence is a matter of Bacardi
A sometime syndrome,
A picturesque monarch lighting the cigar
With blood and silica,
I weapon all treasures
All the cocoa almond sundaes
All the rheumatoid plasma
All the charred bizarres
All the melancholic nostalgias
Venom and breath,
Like me and us
In my head
Inseparable
Until monsoon strikes 13
And my smokes burns miracles.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone 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...
