Evenings in whispers
a confessional of rain
drips into my palms
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Evenings in whispers
a confessional of rain
drips into my palms
angel procession
angel procession
their powdered footsteps left there
angel procession
their powdered footsteps left there
lost in a night breeze
The devil sneezes
The devil sneezes
spray of sinfulness conceived
The devil sneezes
spray of sinfulness conceived
splatters in my face
The forest watches
The forest watches
at night you can see its eyes
The forest watches
at night you can see its eyes
so many colors...
words you said
though dreams
in my head
(heh-heh-heh)
words you said though dreams
in my head were only schemes
inventing futures