

matchbox mothsSo long gone from who I was before Like an image in a faded photomatchbox moths
Representing faded colors and happier times Like that song on repeat that lingers in your mind Setting forgettable years into a melodic symphony Without a source of grading to tell me what I am worth I weep with long brown eyes Sitting here with the dark whisper of grey that fills my empty mind Is this what its like to drink yourself into a solitary slumber? Does it start to feel like the red ribbon cut straight down your thigh? Could this be what it feels like to loose a love with having?
Never had


Eye Ball SarcasmIn a perfect solution of pollutionEye Ball Sarcasm
you’ll find me
Bare
alone
and wasted
Creeping along this withered frame of reference I succumb to envy
Sad tired souls lay before me Thin, Thin, women dancing across the stars Time lags slowly behind me
Your perfect voice touched my intuitive eater's minds pierced right through their California flesh
Silly time flowing naked
In a perfect motion of devotion you will, find me.
Thank you for the fav on Snow in Black and White 7.. I really appreciate ya..
Ron
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