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Bluelighter
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Little while will I wait at this lovely spring to confess that I'm just sitting and looking at the miraculous beauty at which I am able to comprehend and wonder what more am I missing.
Sometime along the moonlit shore I'll see your eyes forever more, and what will be waiting but a pair of wings in which we'll soar into your lips I'll be kissing.
Come come now, for all the wonders I do implore there are oh so many times in which the eyes of the sky seem to glance upon my life and I pour into it with just a momentary slow motion movement.
Quick careful points of genius in your face that its almost a disgrace to see the wretched figments of life devour you into its depravity.
Yet still remains all scorned beneath but superficial graces have their certain actualities.
Like the rebirth I feel when under your grasp like a night that lives in eternity.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
 
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