Diacetylus
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 17, 2005
- Messages
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The crowd's, hustling
forward in such a draft, not bustling?
Energy screams, as though it shall seem...
Opium-breathing scamps, forever no-hope for their mother, tramp.
Dreamily, in their ephemeral haze,
absorbing not gold,
Mockery, beyond days.
Feminine, opaque soul speak to me,
For why can I not fathom, what you will not ever give to me?
forward in such a draft, not bustling?
Energy screams, as though it shall seem...
Opium-breathing scamps, forever no-hope for their mother, tramp.
Dreamily, in their ephemeral haze,
absorbing not gold,
Mockery, beyond days.
Feminine, opaque soul speak to me,
For why can I not fathom, what you will not ever give to me?
