Purple suns shine at the back of my dream, their rays are walking on shadows of doubt and despair, throwing remorseful glances across the abyss. Their eyes neglect my hopes glare and so they prepare to embrace, with regret, a much simpler kiss. The surface they found, to swiftly reflect without care their lightly needs, was eating their bliss putting an end to their light with discouraging flair, ceasing the contact with a daunting steam. My hungry eye absorbs all the heat and runs through the hills and the forest of willows, chilling the waters of the swelling compromise as I stay in the corner of shivering pillows, he flies in the horizon, dwelling the sweet demise of fear as hes swallowed by the rising suns. https://youtube/watch?v=NormmW0Bz4A
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 23:35:10 +0000
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