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With a flick, flick
And a soft lull
In moments so dull
In moments so grand
I forget that you're my man
No sense of encasement from
my very own brain, how it wraps around so,
and the insecurities of feeling vain;
I lose all trace
So quickly all is lost
And I wouldn't say that you're the cost
See, my memory
It fails
Takes but one hypnotic tale
My sense of life, so concrete
But I will keep discreet
The way I lose all trace
And all I know disintegrates
From the urgency of your embrace
To the challenges I now face
With a trick, trick
Those black mirrors play
In moments so sluggish
In moments so daring
To this day,
I forget all your caring
And a soft lull
In moments so dull
In moments so grand
I forget that you're my man
No sense of encasement from
my very own brain, how it wraps around so,
and the insecurities of feeling vain;
I lose all trace
So quickly all is lost
And I wouldn't say that you're the cost
See, my memory
It fails
Takes but one hypnotic tale
My sense of life, so concrete
But I will keep discreet
The way I lose all trace
And all I know disintegrates
From the urgency of your embrace
To the challenges I now face
With a trick, trick
Those black mirrors play
In moments so sluggish
In moments so daring
To this day,
I forget all your caring
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Basilisk
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In The Wilderness With a Dragon ch 3
As the dragon was walking back to house, he couldn't help but stare at them.As he just wanted to feed his stomach right away. He really wanted to eat them to the point that saliva started to come out of his maw. But he just tried to resist the urge to actually eat them as he knew eating them would be no where near enough to fill up his gut.
Once the dragon finally made it back to the house, the dragon then looked at Bobby with a confused and angry look as the dragon was getting impatient and wanted to eat this food He promised.
"Where food for belly?" Said the dragon
"Right under that window" replied Bobby.
The dragon then crouched down
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Quiet Supper
Quiet Supper
Rush home, my love.
Are you going to make it,
home on time?
(ring)
I've been here so long
(ring)(ring)
cooking your favorite
meals:
a soup of colour,
(yellow)(yellow)
the oven sweats while our dishes
and spoons, and knives,
and knives,
(yellow)
are waiting
here for you home.
Oh, will you make it
home on time?
No. No I will not,
beloved.
(ring)
My love, such evil --
such black and evil birds
am I hearing;
(ring, ring).
The chickapees are chirping,
chirping in the yellow
(yellow)
fields of wheat.
Here they go again (sing, sing);
sing.
The thrushes are rushing,
(sing)(sing) they warble;
they sing.
they sing in the blue
nig
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wow! i like the way you expatiated how you feel from the second to the penultimate verse. although the objective may be to convey ideas rather then mere words it is always good to expatiate, and you did that well... Myia 