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The stars, they shine
Like imaginary Moon Daisies
Like you in the summer, smiling to my world's best things
We can walk in green fields, never to be withered
For the color is like the hearts of hard men, never to be changed
My darling, The smell of your closeness
My darling, the touch of your innocence
- by Shameful Metaphore |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/23/2009 |
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- Title: Obvious Proximity
- Artist: Shameful Metaphore
- Description: Just a short poem... long time with no inspiration ended up in this, hehe :)
- Date: 05/23/2009
- Tags: obvious proximity
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- Poison Fed with a Spoon - 08/25/2009
- I like it. Repetition gets my attention like nothing else.
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