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Firmly Free
I thought firmly not to mind
Those far countless chasms of light.
Should hop on or take a wheel
To slay hidden little imp.
Found my whiteout, dashed off it.
Darkness swooped in me to greet.
Who's tormentor of my dreams?
Shadows are besieged by gleams.
Let promiscuous queries
Put the shadows on their knees.
Is there any stirring strand?
Will you marvel buoyant sand?
I flung out myself and bucked
All reflections to not drag.
Grief is "rapture of the deep"
Stanzas're mine and firmly cheap.
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flippery
The way you look, the way you smile…
Thangs that you use to sly beguile.
You’re wily God, shut up, shut out.
Debar me from your mordant pout.
Explain for me what did I wrong
I cry all day and all night long
Remember your first love for me.
Try to forgive my frippery.
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Trick of true
You wear your clothes you wore last year,
Use all those notes that music wears.
Before this morning and next day
You'll hear the same persuasive pray.
Noise of guitar opens your mind,
Silence of keys asks to decline,
Notations talk and grittly shout,
'Cause of them music was worn out.
Sweet crude and other toxic dreams,
Exchange offspring or ream,
Or ream that caul
Or ream them all.
Futurity is gleam.
Your lonely word should fly away.
Look for its tenor, choose its lay.
It's something pat, it's something good.
It's just a chancy trick of true.
Sounds came to me. Predict this step.
Wake up and hit my empty head.
I'm herbivore, be careful, dude.
I used to clear thoughts first then brew.
Give me the same name that was last,
I have to be the best of past.
Dear deity of your lads and dames,
You will not know what I became.
Sweet crude and other toxic dreams,
Exchange offspring or ream,
Show me your crawl
Or ream them all.
Futurity is gleam.
Your lonely word should fly away.
Look for its tenor, choose its lay.
It's something pat, it's something good.
It's just a chancy trick of true.
You're good at all things that I do,
But I'm the best at being you..
So, get your chance to fall apart
into place of my counterpart.
Sweet crude and other toxic dreams,
Exchange offspring or ream,
For choice: be thrall
Or ream them all.
Futurity is gleam.
Your lonely word should fly away.
Look for its tenor, choose its lay.
It's something pat, it's something good.
It's just a chancy trick of true.
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