vast in the wave of godliness you know the sound of alarm makes o so easy every time this is something to be left alone for one is mistaken.
a writer with nothing left that he knows how to say
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an artist, fingers that will never catch the vision
RX-78
says
for some who has taken in between the lines and boundaries of another
RX-78
says
in return the domination sits in the amusement of pronunciation.
she decides to make a list of things that make her happy
she writes 'flowers' at the top of the paper
then she stares at the paper
unable
to think of anything else
RX-78
says
but the smell of the violins playing the sound of eternity
a portrait you don't see, but feel.
RX-78
says
the shine of the star too deem to be seen beneath the deep blue sea.
the words never meant to hurt, playing notes thought forgotten on the instrument that is your heart
selos ka? ^^
