The way shadows walk.

Lights cascading

facettes of instances

the brilliance of disaster

we all knew

Fatigue and innocence

like if purple plagues

perforated astoundingly the next

friar's pay.

I dreamed of vengeance that day.

What did you learn in school.

Drive carefully.

Visit me.

Visite me.

Colour me blind.

To the dire steep insolved reasonably confirm manner of talk.

The way shadows walk.

Step by step closer into the following

nothing sharp

just stay

they swayed a turquoise famine

on an empty stommach

which I could not see

in where to be

without sentences.

Me. The always.

You stole my dreams and I could not get them back.

Stacks and piles of roofs battered

a found

papers left alone

to nobody.

And the empty hand tears all disguise

into dust crawlers

of the worst kind.

The tepid smile, the invite to love

no steep sunshine

plays football

with me

I see the latent glory

What I could not be.

And the shadows are chasing me.

Built in cornerstones, pride and beauty

who want's to remember shame

when you restore.

Memory is take one

or leave

fake like darlings without cherries in their drinks

posed to vile distress privately ammused by easy-goers

and their stuffed wallets.

There is a ticket in and an outside

to this image

where it's easy to think of them

while they are hidden

cause they don't exist

when you wan't to find them

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