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this I confess...
Night has fallen
Perfection of an obscure vision creeping in this adjustable feeling purity derived , blindness just blindness
hurting myself with the perpetual emotion...
I collect the ashes in every trip
Moonburns in my soul
Saturated summers
And the wheel keeps rolling
infection of the spirit
Just another confession...
Perfection of an obscure vision creeping in this adjustable feeling purity derived , blindness just blindness
hurting myself with the perpetual emotion...
I collect the ashes in every trip
Moonburns in my soul
Saturated summers
And the wheel keeps rolling
infection of the spirit
Just another confession...
Published 18th Jun 2014
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18th Jun 2014 4:12am
18th Jun 2014 11:24pm
18th Jun 2014 6:34am
Perpetual emotion - play on words, "perpetual motion"!
Moonburn is kinda cool, too.
The overall impression is eerie, enjoyed.
Moonburn is kinda cool, too.
The overall impression is eerie, enjoyed.
18th Jun 2014 11:26pm
18th Jun 2014 8:00am
this reminded me of a sylvia plath quote "If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but
annihilating."
beautifully written indeed cesar xo
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but
annihilating."
beautifully written indeed cesar xo
18th Jun 2014 11:27pm
18th Jun 2014 4:20pm
19th Jun 2014 11:44am
You've style Cesar-It hit me personal Sir-right time right Place-Great Ink!!!
