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Your Evermore
Your Evermore
The stain on your fingers
Sleepless
Endure the wrath
Your beaten up
Bouncing souls burn wicked fires
I spawn last days
Tipping anti-tires on
Beneth this bed
Above the fringe of willow trees
Only there will you see
The stockpile shapley weighs
Gentle persuasion
It lingers
It stays
Empty minds left to carry
Though on a raindrop
Lucky men await
So to the' i stay
And body try to wake
Caught in a web of time
I carry embers of my mind
To far away unknown lands
Where noone judges with harsh hands
And i can truly be.
The stain on your fingers
Sleepless
Endure the wrath
Your beaten up
Bouncing souls burn wicked fires
I spawn last days
Tipping anti-tires on
Beneth this bed
Above the fringe of willow trees
Only there will you see
The stockpile shapley weighs
Gentle persuasion
It lingers
It stays
Empty minds left to carry
Though on a raindrop
Lucky men await
So to the' i stay
And body try to wake
Caught in a web of time
I carry embers of my mind
To far away unknown lands
Where noone judges with harsh hands
And i can truly be.
Published 16th Aug 2013
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16th Aug 2013 9:16pm
'To far away unknown lands
Where no one judges with harsh hands
And i can truly be.'
That would be the best place.
I rally love this, a lot to take in and think about, fantastic work
Where no one judges with harsh hands
And i can truly be.'
That would be the best place.
I rally love this, a lot to take in and think about, fantastic work
17th Aug 2013 1:49am
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