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Richness of Trees
Superfluous Whispering, Night time Fell Fast,
In Chance, the Most Sullen of Wires Drinks Last,
Liquid Which Douses the most Vital of Elements
Vigour so Perfect, he calls it Her Elegance.
Effervescent Intoxication... F**k,
Rekindle the Fervour of Dying Luck.
Lucidly the Memories of Her Replay,
Ever lasting, Like Gods of the Moulded Clay.
After it's Faded, and there she remained,
For The Ambassador of Nothing, has Everything Contained.
- To The Girl Who Thinks of Herself Nothing -
- But is Filled With Everything -