Psychadelic ectasy
Ivory flowers
the power of the force resists you to move forward.
The hunger of the pain.
The lasting of the rain.
it won't stop
Can't stop
or can it?
juggling one's mind piece and the ability to find the resorts to schock & purification.
Should it be this way?
Or can she change.
The heart of a gremilin
The thoughts of a penguin
Lost in translation
of Life.
not only does she know it
She persues it, feeds it in, like second hand smoke.
Stupidity
Reoccurance
Language
and Distrubition
requires the actions Of she,
She has the gift of most but the Volume She lacks
She needs it
Wants it
Can't have it
Because it's no longer there.
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