Count on my knuckles,
One, two, three,
Thrice were the times-
We were held on a leash,
By our whims, desires,
Our elysian fantasies.Count with me,
One, two, three,
Twice were the times-
The aurora gleamed with green,
blue and purple streams,
The pure madness of our elysian dreams.Count on my knuckles,
One, two, three,
Once I remember,
you had said to me,
We bond over winters,
From December to January,
And we hold on tight to mild lunacy,
We were the children with just
a few elysian fantasies.Count with me,
One, two, three,
Gentle touch to find,
From open wounds
To untouchable memories,
Watch with me,
Our odyssey,
Bond with me,
In an elysian dream.
-a/n : I had trouble sleeping one night and I thought : what if a tap on the knuckle opens a world of beautiful memories we've kept hidden inside? And I guess that will be an elysian dream.
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whirlwinds
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