.soul filled with clouds of gloom, that are soon to split, your heart archetized like a nest of tears, but it is just that beautiful that it builds a cacoon of euphoric emotion in your throat. Burst into laughter while warm sun rays sediment in your arteries and ventricles. The blink of ones eyes is the very cadence of the snare A-MIlli-A-MIlli-A-MIlli. shit. please. Re-orchestrate my anatomy so i can rotate in the fashion of the crescendo with tools, make me Big, never miniscule. Stacatto that tone... heartbeats. 4-4time. ..."thats my shit"
thank you L
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