Lea Noir

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She has three faces, each a different hue.
One is light, one is dark, one is ocean-blue.
She shows them to you, but not all at once.
She switches them around, depending on the song.
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She plucked the midnight flower,
unaware of the curse that awaited her.
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The books say that with the years, there comes knowledge,
somehow I know now less than when I was a child.

I only know that the stars didn't shine anymore the way they used to.
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Great Mother, giver of life.
Beauty and bounty, peace and strife.
We are your children.
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I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
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I met art in the darkness of Eden
He kissed me with colors I was giving
He painted me with strokes of passion
Said that I taste like blood and rain
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I inherited your bloodstream,
and the mistakes committed long before my presence was bound

I inherited the scars pointing out the death of men,
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I am just passing through.)

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Trinity

She has three faces, each a different hue.
One is light, one is dark, one is ocean-blue.
She shows them to you, but not all at once.
She switches them around, depending on the song.

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Maybe I shall start to write again, maybe not. Perhaps it is my fate, most likely it is my death.

There are dancers, there are singers and cheap wine, but we are the words swirling in the middle of the room, creating eternity.

Money is humanity's greatest misinterpretation. Some may use it as a tool, while most people use it as a symbol of power and slavery.

Sometimes dreams are our only way to survive life's agony.

Choose your dreams with awareness. They can change your life for the better or the worst version of your current state of mind.

I don't define myself by tradition but by the traits of my character.

Maybe Adam was Earth and Eve the life. She was the emotion, the love, the beautiful sin, the colour.

I am a daughter, a mother, a child, a sinner, a saint, a fool, an angel, a beauty, a beast and somebodies worst nightmare. Most of all, I am stardust waiting to go home.

We all dream about the big wide world, New York, Rome and all those Metropoles, but when we finally get there, it's like the bubble that has kept us dreaming bursts into a waterfall.

The most beautiful flowers bloom at night when the world is asleep and nobody is watching.

The compulsion to conform to other people is the tyranny of the little thinker.

People who don't think outside the box are afraid of growing.

Many people think that wearing a suit and tie makes them a better person. All it does is dress up some flesh and bones.

I am an outlaw. I was hated by society for being different. Proscribed, hunted, killed, burned at the stake and excluded from the world that God put me in. Instead of dying, I rose again and realized that I was not alone.

We are afraid of the wolf that does not give up. A wolf fails nine times in the hunt for its prey, only the tenth time it returns with food. Wounded but never undignified.

Sometimes I want to wake up with roots and a place that I can call home, but the journey I went on gave me spectra out of this world.

Blood and my ancestor's history never defined who I am.

Don't mess with the wolf that is not feared of pain.

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