the piano hisses a million missles why aren't you hear to sea the beauty of movement?
the smell of concrete in the evening is a reason to stay drunk past the evening sun far above the trees melts with the tenderness of an ozoneness forgetfullness invite me in and i will fall out of the dynamic trance that hypnotises the child at the gates of a strangers arms you will not realize but it will not materialize until the sound of stuck ruptures the heart full of other minds and distance climbs falling back behind the mixture of gas and lust the opportunity of a dozen lakes surrounding a fire built on ashes of simple solidified promises across a star scape you are the one i love but you are not the one i love the mystery of complexity is the calls at the inbetween the floating and the sinking the fumes and the fresh bare a reply so quiet the smile stalls like a lake in the ocean bed and beg for time to cease and exist in a cabnet full of foul fools bleed and breathe like magazine covers shining to simple minds the strangest of stares will attack and make aware the bare flare for a pillow to share in a house full of cans you wait because you don't know when you'll need to once again feel again
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