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insanety's hideway

If you where the dark
Then I would be it’s night
And you’d be it’s godforsaken truth

Crude are the dancing words
Crumbling in your hand
Protected a hidden savaged blue
If you enjoyed ,
Producing this message
As a black goose of insanity’s hideaway

I filled my own dreams
I would remark the landmark of a distance
Putting troughs
Like eagled pains , on a resentment from a
Sound from a gift
Perhaps I’m not knowing why
Your porcelain thoughts broke
On a kiss foretell
On the tides , walked bride
From the muses into the dark

Can I example the ridiculous mouthing fashion
A bitch style to accommodate
A nowhere for good
Like silences on a boat of joining hands
Strange , the darkness seems to linger
And so do I
Like nights unforgiving
With it’s taste from hunger          
Written by ambrosiadear
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