Paint me in the hues of warmth,
swallow me like the Sun would
consume the Moon,
hold on to me like the sea does to
the shore,
trying hard to take everything the shore
has yet failing incorrigibly,
caress me like the Spring touches
the cherry trees,
the point is, I'm here for falling
and rising and lacking and
wanting,
the point is, I'm here for the
misery.
Tune for the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52FBvP7z2LU


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