Then you came along
to redesign me in a song
whose rhymes are thorns
and then you expect me to dance
to your swinging moods
you expect me to numb my mind
and adhere to your tunnel of love
you expect me to peep into your thoughts
and guess your unborn desires
you expect me to dip into your unknown
and to guess your unborn desires
crumple crumple old roars
and dream on you fool
nothing bright will strike
nothing gloomy will endure
lamentation of rivers
selling murmurs to birds
will not rebuild your lost sanctuary
blown wet candles are hard to re-lit
and that's that
By aurumium
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