

Obscurity in rythmical tones.Fires of eyes, wreathing in faces. Glint, grunt and shift places where No eyes should lift and stunt. Lips Curve, smother and swurve. Lover to lover, mother and sister. Tornado and twister of bodies of souls. Digging holes and graves around waves. Feeling your skin healing or stealing your shore. Your floor, your pure door to open yourObscurity in rythmical tones.
cure from all these sights. Night and lights, All observed in your skin. Your inner twin shileding and never yielding yet so thin.


Dream D'Azure.From the depths of my mindDream D'Azure.
My eyeless visions maligned Such a rapture in transience On my grey pillow of aplliance
Great sights and flickering lights Which are often the cliche delights But my strange reverie was filled with
Grey slate skys and bleak street myths
Awoke in my vision with a companion There was one mysterios accumulation With a girl I had seen that very same day I pleaded but away from me she did stray
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Lucid Nightmare
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Your only as good as your worst sketch
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La belleza perece en la vida pero es inmortal en el arte. L. DA VINCI
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When will we draw the invisible line for individual thought?.
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"If I had the stars of the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your. sweet. kiss.
for that's all I'm wishin' to be owning."
Thanks for the fav and the
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On pirun vaikea selvitä hengissä hautaan saakka... - Erno Paasilinna
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When angels deserve to die.. - System of a Down
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In every winter there's a different cold
in every winter I feel so old
so very old as the night
so very old as the dreadful cold
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