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I. Again she isn't here, inevitability she has floated to the heavens to dance upon savory dreams, whispering with hope fragrant celestial diversions, laying with the moon,
I heard that where she goes your soul blooms oh so lush, reeking of sun-soaked summer-love/ that she does not feel the sting of the bee's, only the divine kiss of delicate July breezes
II. But I would not know
When she is frolicking through nostalgic lazy clouds it is I who is damned to battle the eternal night, to stand the burdensome sky, which is no match for our back-breaking laden heart, even atlas can not bare the torture of our oceans of melancholy,
The aching of an idle teen, overflowing with self-animosity, searching for pieces of our identity
III. Even so I endure this gruesome blue woe, the intense cold of my throbbing soul, as if I weren't dying inside I would have forgotten that I'm alive
Needless to say I wait for her, my innocence, my breath of life, I, to stop daydreaming in the dead of night. 🍒 🐝
