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Propane Sky

Full moon tempted by the calling of the night Shines brighter than glass on fire Invisible flames, such a sight Cover my eyes, colours me insane Bring your honour Not your pain Too young to look, too blind to see You smile with sins The lord said to me Must I live in good despair? I shot back He’s gone But Limbos walls begin to crack The lightening bugs glow through the sky Before the blackness comes With a heavy sigh Wake me up, not from sleep you once said Id scratch your surface Till my fingers have all bled Sing not of virtues of what reflections show Daisies live in hot days But will they last all through the snow?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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