Sunday, June 19, 2022

A love speech from Mary Mcmuller to my solid heart

 


- Man, beyond sleep...

- There's our sweet...

- Morpheus do me call...

- Sand's by the house's hall...




- Through The Looking Glass...

- Don't forget I your sudden pass...





- Like inside One Hundred Years...

- No time for fears...

- Through my left ear...

- Right one does cheer...

- Stereo does me awake...

- There's our together shape...

- Standing tall and thin...

- No Avant Garde dream...



- Quickly forgot...

- HBO's hot...

- Netflix's only a simple knot...

- Cards we must deal...

- We're what we together feel...

- Echoes from within...

- In between shades of dream...

- By the summer, don't know...

- Everything is light, everything does glow...

- Hold my hand when time does bend...

- There's that hidden track...

- Nick Cave's back...



- Don't tell me about the moon...

- World already dives too soon...

- Through Instagram...

- Carrying a pen...

- Like Meta task...

- No need to ask...

- Orange hair...

- Being our mutual atmosphere...

- From Portugal, you do stand...

- Not thinking about Yin and Yang...



- Walking us together both...

- There's your coat...

- Like a hanging garden...

- Being a burden...

- Enter Pornography's theme...



- Cure's scene...

- Actually don't know if life...

- Bears a cake's slice...

- Into another galaxy...

- Dust is for free...

- 2046...

- Us inside a kiss...

- Make me bliss...

- There's number 6...

- Hermitage as arts saloon...

- Not too soon...




- Dance I inside our pockets...

- Using sky rockets...

- There's a sense of voodoo smile...

- For a short while...

- Jump I into your back...

- Fangs do sink into you...

- Like a pack...

- Something delightful and new...

- Carl Theodore Dryer was to blame...

- Vampyr ain't a game...



- By our fridge there's an ice cube...

- Drinks spoil my mood...

- Too many secrets, too many mysteries...

- Beyond the willow trees...

- Tell me that you me only feel...

- Inside our top hill...

- Neva's boats made of wood...

- Carrying no food...

- There's my mood...




- But then my heart explodes...

- Where main core holds...

- Tell me one more time...

- Outside a rhyme...

- That you love me..

- Not caring for fantasy...

- Where the river turns itself into the sea...



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