Lachrymal moment. I'm witnessing the flood. Turgid eyes, I'm balancing on you. All of these hopes are coming to nought. Speak to me for once, without your tongue. We're balancing, wired upon this infant's wing. Somehow it happens to support. Let's skip and numerate. We've got miles to go. Together. Solo. Youth has escaped. Must you clutch it? A pseudo dream. It's all been seen...before. What will it be? What has it been? When will it become something that we can hold on to? Like a lemoned love. So bitter. The falling has ceased. I'm failing. Grasping your voice to tether this soiling, needle filled lilly upon. If I could just open my eyes. I'd see the path. Lachrymal touch. Just bend. Extend. Pretend it's just a memory. Maybe so. Or so it seems. That the more hopeless we are. The more blinded we dream. It's all been seen ... before.
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Birth sign: Pisces
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