Eden Eye

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When moments speak louder than actions,
Never meant complication,
the words bleed unto another page

Loving the skies, always a passion of mine—
trees sweat in the invigorating breeze, songs sung of happy things

But the word are deep suffering, my lessons heal my everything, my moments forgotten in assythmenté liaisons—
Scatter brained?

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Catatonia web, Adam arythmia, a rythme rythmique,

her mystic lake and my hearty staff of wisdom

I do partake upon a gradational pedestal, but I shall bow if you asked my help

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I caress a loving so deep,

— but a heart so torn and slithered

The moons a sliver of silver annuals, the colour of perennial ryegrass,
the magic

Twas enthroned and found in the trees of a honey colored plaît rose
Énigmatique

You are my truest saving
My memories of thee unfold my entropy

But make me lost in Embryotic euphony
Her name of Eden

An earthen eve,
But are the dreamers weaving worldly the blessing of opals and festered fevers

I know my cloaking shame
Tattered upon her every breeze, I am the seer as she is the eye

I so humbly and hermetically hope for her to be mine as I caressed the truth
I'll be waiting for the color scheme

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