Our intro to life,

Is a touch of lust and paradise.

While the hands of birth bring us together..

When a sun's blanket is wrapped around us,

We cry of fear.

That betrayal may become of us,

Or we may become of it.

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The light will touch you...

It will shine a lullaby in your crib...

As you cry tears of the lagoon.

Greatness awaits...

Inside the child's painting

Somber hearts will bend for laughter and adventure.

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But sometimes,

Their will be multiple sorrows.

A cloudy day will appear,

And hide the eyes of the sky.

That is when happiness fades...

When the lavender is dimming from reality...

But the dark helps us see colors we never saw.

But we see them in anxious waters...

That withered from exposed veins...

That sleep in December.

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Deep in snow,

The memory of planes still fly over our heads...

But we also remember,

When we were nothing but particles of the leaf.

Where we've seen the birds fly to God's wife...

Chirping at the end of melodies

That traveled toward his story.

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While we sleep ourselves to bare gold,

We lack to twist.

We are stale in the Garden of Clay.

As the Moonrise greets our shell,

It will reveal our mistakes.

Can you understand it?

Because we all make them.

And it doesn't make you any less

Of man or woman

That you make them everyday.

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We are to learn and look forward.

That is what the morning sunset teaches us.

A new day in the forgiving paradise.

Even if we stood in the lost,

The wind always carries new energy.

Nothing is ever the same for you.

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Our insides push like the royal blue oceans.

If we could drown our inner demon,

Then the true animal will arise.

Our energy will then be calm like potpourri.

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But our mind cries sometimes,

Memories suffering in silent massacres

The worry seed is fueled by our nightmares.

We sometimes want to share by hand.

It is touch that wants fake diamonds.

A pillow holding faces made of paintings.

We let them caress in our sheets and souls.

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But if we sleep that way,

Then where are we to begin with?

Will we shout, "I am whole?"

We will sink like the sand,

And bring about an unhealthy duality.

We've converted from quality,

To succumbing to the fearboy

And leading to many quantities.

How he may touch your sapphire,

And bleed shards of mirrors to your skin.

Watch you bleed another night of useless tears,

Just for his gratification.

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Musings of Sorrow will strike silently.

Once it's found your emotions,

You will cuddle with it underwater.

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But we must understand,

That we are precious...

Just like little dragon flowers

Where we don't need glasses to see our hope.

Where we don't need to look down

In order to search for ourselves.

If we did,

Then the abyss would be falling in love with us

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Sink your nervous veins in a warm bath,

Allow your body to relax inside the wind chariots.

Leaving the Horrors behind.

Bathe in the totem's river,

Where your skin touches the warmth of a cloud.

Let your mind and soul forgive sin.

We all fold our hands to a idol,

And allow ourselves to be led astray.

Don't allow them to stick like cold sores.

But allow your pieces to make of many dream mirrors.

Where you are aligning futures on a blueberry swing.

Witnessing the change of summer to autumn,

While the sun touches many shadows.

Those dreams will bring together a prayer.

"Hallelujah!" You will shout.

Let your guard fall like the seasons...

Beneath the Son of Suns...

Allow your mind to sink into Wet Sugar for once...

Give yourself something to be proud in.

We all deserve to give into memories,

And enjoy life.

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But (beware),

(The) Lion's skin comes with a price.

As we're surrounded by Fake (Laughter),

We realize (that many) carry knives of different color.

Where (envy) is harvesting,

A tear from heaven will nurture it.

As it grows,

The growls of many will roar.

Reality will break,

And change will disappear.

The good always hide under umbrella shadows...

The bad will always hide under tongues and skin.

That is how ugly is described.

But as a mild touch blesses us.

We are to realize the meaning of love.

A kiss will drag a heart from the grave,

And make it whole again.

The wings we grow,

Will make us part away.

The defiance of defeat will arise,

And try to grab our legs.

But remember we are free in the sun's glory.

There is no altitude for you,

Or your abilities.

So when you envision Sakura's Blossoms,

View her aura,

And her habits.

Reminiscence.

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A mind's solitude will exist,

If you allow it to...

She,

Nor do we,

Want this at all.

Our tears are valuable like fallen gold.

But our words can mislead their worth.

That's why we're leaving talk in ashes...

So that we can make ourselves anew.

All the bad we've done,

We repent in the synagogue...

The higher will forgive,

But first you must as well.

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We can't listen to King's and servants

 Because they're truly slaves to sinful tongues and images.

Lost eyes follow other lost ones.

So don't be fooled.

Envy's Coat is still worn by many

Because demon's relate to each other.

They search for validated tears in the dark.

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But the lonely meetings beneath shadows,

Will guarantee your angel wings...

As you realize,

That you are beautiful.