review, the full moon in the sky,
is very still air and valley,
no living crowd, I
sweet in the balance Qual
dreams Oh, I see
they produce, even if they are only
foams
I feel only: cry.
The night is clear, what
deceptive silence
rar so every sound,
blessing of the dream were my will.
I feel imperfection, when I
'd learned nothing, as the waves surge
would not
miles away.
It tears the storm in my soul, it flatters
sunset mind
why I torture myself so I'm probably
Torn.
The moon sends me the rest,
the cool air, the clarity, I'll throw
the pain in a chest, and
not think truth.
(em 10/10)
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