We have had
ourselves captivated
our extasy
is being overrated
a life to make
but essence has faded
and to claim what is ours
It's us who created.

a Fantasy
is not reincarnated
Yet even our guilt
is intoxicated
a wooden toy 
is fire protected
this melodie
is soundproof to hatred

But that's what we do
We're taking a step down


Them

the moon & clouds 
the abscission scars where the leaves have fallen away
the radiance of white diffused between boughs and twigs

My 1st song.
maybe we used to be something and lost it somewhere in the way

GREY POEM

Chania

Sailin Ships

Jean Michel dub

Whatafak*

Whot 2

jupiter

Yeah, everybody leaves
if they get the chance

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