Luci

Man made piece of perfection in god's image Unique to my own root cause I breathe your squeeze, curved folds and prods Contemplating the dreams, you will fulfill My second chance of innocent wisdom I will be your dog and master You my piece Open for information, this shop is filling up Wide-screen wonderful as concentration condensed gripping my number Closed to recover as the mice creaking raises a Mexican bull Observed with Charlie in fear of consequences This dance is freestyle; are the judges impressed and alert? We shop the horror as the cycle lanes increase in repetitive sense Steam the dumpling and eat my sweet surprise White dusting a familiar sweet smell as this pudding is intermittently welcomed Off road on a peace mission, trademarks of our daily horror Many thanks for your performance: we share bread as the whine is held silent for now Once upon, I compare as my trophy fogs Our rock and roll the best lullaby as you visit new lands Until the end stops, you return in a dark twisted red cloud Angry angel performing a heavy Ballard as a personal hurricane attempts a return trip heaven bound Irrigation shaking our foundation I age into wine and gums Confusion stirs so long as memories of a distant familiarity form I dare not move as the feathers sound a warning Neutral territory as bland a star can be I am a creep, and I must stay true despite the design Still up for freedom while my captor plays a change in palate Yellow wood with a still red sky as you turn without moving, a blueish purple Our world is water now, we ride the waves. Fearful, we play the game