Lani Zwane

The sun always sees it coming
In a twilight on its horizon
With elusive whispers to the moon-all stars be summoned
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The issues at hand
Penned, between a paper and a hand
An understatement that stands
With nobody morally meant to understand
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So we shaded huh?
Some light, some harder
Soul's with no menu
We don't decide on our cover
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I've paved a non existing
Should have never been reality
My roads at time
Feel as though, they have no signs for the path that has got to be
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With eyes shut open
Bounty, from lips that tell on with kisses
Edges of his unto lost counts
Touches at some dreamed wishes
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The notness of the naked truth
The endulgment on forbin fruit
The riddled into failure's booth
The verb round about fool
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I could give more than i get
But i fear of being left in need
I curse greed
That hides this hand that holds a deed
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Watered thoughts, eventually tree
These radioed frequencies
Frequently, Come attacking me
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Whats a lil flirting between friends
What harm will be done by a kiss on your forehead...
A walk at the park on held hands
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You'll know by outspoken smells
That, that's her passing
The one I warned had enchanting spells
Too commanding
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Air has been breathed before
Wise words said, we cant utter no more.
Working arrangements
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