Wednesday, May 27, 2015

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In the oceans of deception,
I fould my perception.

Timeless but aging,
lifeless but caging.

The drained water,
the peach tree and no other.

The sound of vibrating nature,
created by a flower creature.

Lift me,
fly like a bee.

Lift me up,
just a little bit of honey sup.


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