And The Stars Are Fitting, In The Ice Blue City Atmosphere Of Light And Dust, I Breathe Through The Magic
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.
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day, be my night,
letting me see nothing else,
except for the moon's empire
created out of star death
-s's.
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
Walt Whitman
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
for the past three days there was
no beat or no pulse
even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes
wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane
willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim
Leonard Cohen
a fish in the lowest pond
dreams that only go on
With our sleep
in too deep
-s’s
disillusioned by folk
belittled by war
where it comes behind
it will surely go
-s’s.
