sinister scratching actions across a surface of solid water, about now it begins to sooth, but just then it felt altogether dangerous. Rhyme unwinds the coils and tangles and twists and turns of a busy time, satisfying to the liquid, flowing, flowing rythm of life and death and guiltless crime; To get this far I have to get a greater karma, calming, coming, but still not even knowing that the woollen words i'm spewing have the power and the source for the style of the course, so I find myself saying to you don't slow down or let that furrow of a frown drown you body and soul, heart and mind. Call me a taxi, a taxidermist, so I can capture that look of love you shot me with and preserve your beauty forever, in my lounge next to my lizard so then this life long blizzard of confusion and ultimate illusion cannot harm such a perfect expression nor curl the cupids bow of your top lip into something of a sneer to patronise the patterns and trends of a life that lends itself, to fear.Birth sign: Pisces
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