May 30, 2011
Well I discover it stiff, harder every time.
To utter it’s alright, whilst I can’t get you away of my brains.
All your colors rotate, gyrate in my eyes.
Without prior notice, yeah we’re absent of time.
You’re in my imaginings.
Olive immature.
You’re a vagueness
Lime green.
You formulate it appear so effortless, easier all point.
You scratch me at a distance; why ought to I express regret?
It’s just another one of your actions, another understated lie
All of a sudden, yeah we’re out of time.
Sea immature jade is to you
As dark navy is to me
emerald lime is to you
As distant as I can notice

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