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Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
