yesterday's fairies
twitch in flawed imaginations
clearing roads of passion
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yesterday's fairies
twitch in flawed imaginations
clearing roads of passion
clearing of passion
loosening your grip on time, place
never grasp again
loose-ning is 2 syllables... I think...
never grasp again,
what was told but not heard yet,
lost in agony
lost in agony
grasped at the throat by envy
writhing in fission
writhing in fission
stirring slander, sought way out
always to be found
always to be found
immersed to the chin in slurs
agitated words
Agitated words
clamor for your attention
but you sniff the sky
But you sniff the sky
in brief anticipation
Reality bites
Reality bites
the innocence bubble shed
like a thousand tears
Like a thousand tears
forever falling from the sky
shimmering softly
shimmering softly
wondering why this world whirls
lifting living lies
Lifting living lies
can you stoke your own ego
I cannot reach you
I cannot reach you
Although you lie beside me
You flee from my touch
You flee from my touch
Flitting, blossom to blossom
Pure blue butterfly
Pure blue butterfly
all my lilies are for you
come, take one or all