Positioning solutions in strings
With physicians precision techniques
Through Euclidian to Elysium
T's the hollow lacunae of the abyss
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Positioning solutions in strings
With physicians precision techniques
Through Euclidian to Elysium
T's the hollow lacunae of the abyss
We starve ourselves full every day
To survive a certain very young age
Pouring milk on fresh latte
Steaming the scene with broken lyrics
Filigreed filler of negative space
Just want to be you on a perfumed Saturday
Trapped in a scarf of fine reprinted arts
While my coffee whispers your name
Culture and darkness is our cloaks
Conjuring blindness like infinite chateau
Within our reach but gradually unfold
Falling astray as ideal shadows
To be alive is a constant burning
To believe is a burning constant
To dream we drown us from afar
To be free we set ourselves aflame
the shape of water is you
made shadows dance
to the distant shore
line on the hourglass
So it goes as all ghost goes
Honeyed sins span sandalwood white
Here’s your Persephone
Take the last pomegranate
Let’s play chess
I hear a red herring bone falling
Falling into the shallow sea
Send me to the emerald clouds
Undream me in soulless fantasies
When I was alive
I used to think love lasts forever
Ashes & love, & lemon peels
Dandelion dust