Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Candice

Brilliant stones, whisper your name, waters groan, in trouble you'll need, solace every day, you'll soon feel, you are never alone, cafe's swell with rain, best not to moan, keep hold of your creed, don't let panic reign, by Calendar or the sea, take Cium for your bones, try to stay sane, no one atones, the bird who has flown, it was only fame, singing as she goes, drunk as a fiery contralto, dance amongst flames, problems the wind blows, the love that was shown, dissolves gives way, all that you owned, keeps you engaged. like a hurricane zone, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, you have got my tone have i got your number, is it in your creed, do you limit, that cliff edge wonder, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces knowing not enough to see, would you let her tumble, tired of this campaign, breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that gives no easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.

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