| The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain
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| Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating
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| Vain
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| The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the
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| Air
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| Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this
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| Fucking fair
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| This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement
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| …Still I weep
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| Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind
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| Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight
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| The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness
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| Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide
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| …Is this something unique
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| Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide
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| I succumb to the sound of her heart… |