The Lyrics Of Thulare Poem by Paris Thulare

I'm not the existing, not.
I'm a ghost running like winter winds in fonts,
making clicks from thee center of the shore,
15 knots deep into the corner of your thoughts.

I don't exist, Idon't
I invent lines that makes the papers to bleed silently,
your breath to run in circles simultaneously,
but I'm thee you will never see.

Take a peak, I do tweets that speaks like yano beats,
I'm that one beep in your heart when you meep,
with 4inches of inspiration,
8 tons of lust,
10x the speed that your retina swings when reading thee,

I'm the cold walking front in the pupils of you

I am the son Of Paper