The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Miracle miles on the last leg of a whisper,
you see the stars but ignore the purpose,
we sing songs lost of meaning,
a winters smile that hides the darkness of the deceiver,
my call alone sounds like a silent tear drop,
I crave.
we crave,
forgiveness of a drawn on lie,
we crave,
I crave,
holes once empty in the grave yard…
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I am the First Eve.
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