Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Sapphire sky with starlets aglow,
Telling one things they should never know.
A sweet smile upon a dead man's face,
This soft confusion surrounds this place.
My emotions model a scarlet songbird.
So delicate and tender with every word.
A solar system of have I become.
The shifting shadows do make me numb.
Not anything like the soft sunshine,
So rough and degrading, a melodious whine.
With the silver starlight blinding my eyes,
I no longer choose to tell these lies.
3-24-10
Telling one things they should never know.
A sweet smile upon a dead man's face,
This soft confusion surrounds this place.
My emotions model a scarlet songbird.
So delicate and tender with every word.
A solar system of have I become.
The shifting shadows do make me numb.
Not anything like the soft sunshine,
So rough and degrading, a melodious whine.
With the silver starlight blinding my eyes,
I no longer choose to tell these lies.
3-24-10
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