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Wisdom In Pink
Day closed the page in pink
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink
I ended each stanza in my perspiration strokes which almost static
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic
I no longer limiting clause in the stratum of my sanity
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity
New world revealed the window of heart which ever snide
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied
Monotony ever buried the blockade of nous in a mature life of dense
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense
Ego on behalf of inspiration left me on deserted
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed
Day closed the page in pink
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink
Wisdom mode on
Terzanelle in deep
Will the sky come in pink?
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