- Jun 6, 2017
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Whispers...
today I stand alone in the pinnacle of Rome
looking for my bed and rest my actual home
in days of waste give trace to fade away
blue jeans with the heart screams
calculating muse is some what abused
within temples of fire we can get much higher
the cavity is now loosened to further the matter
long conclaves of chatter what does it matter
we see stars in the sky as the appearing of a faint lulabye
but a word to the wise with whispers
running down the corridor
today I stand alone in the pinnacle of Rome
looking for my bed and rest my actual home
in days of waste give trace to fade away
blue jeans with the heart screams
calculating muse is some what abused
within temples of fire we can get much higher
the cavity is now loosened to further the matter
long conclaves of chatter what does it matter
we see stars in the sky as the appearing of a faint lulabye
but a word to the wise with whispers
running down the corridor
