Im drowning
Strugling for a voice
tuning my instrument
To make a sound
Before the world ends
glimpsing the alpha centaury constelation, just resting on this starr
Your rude asuer just makes you sexier
But now no more obsesions, just octameters
Concentrating on tenderly encouraging my soul to wisper and sing before its to late
Urgency, no result orientated effort, the ride is enjoyable in a world, where there is enjoyment and horror
LOve or hate, i concentrate on love
Im in a field full of red poppies
Maybe one day my wishes will be answered,
My dreams fullfiled
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