May you feel the same what I’m feeling?
Are you reading my lines at all?
Xenolith’s trapped and stuck with her shadows
Covered with dusty allusions. Behold,
Ultimate dreams seem to recover
Being refused for years or so. Thanks to your
Eyes emerald-greeny altering gravity inside my world.
Refusing to say that I all imagined,
Floundering, fuck, I cannot be bold.
Under no circumstances, believe me, shouldn’t you
Love, be kind or hurt.
P.S. Antarctigo Vespucci - White Noise
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