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Eyes sea salt My eyes salt The waves somersault my sorrows The spring of summer awakens my waltz The living wake; comfort in ending Bitterswe..

This love might leave me bruised, appearance as that of a man returning from the Blood river man slaughter Salty waters that could not stop the ru..

The aim is to heal your soul from torment by the brood of serpents I've been betrayed before and yes I hit the ground It was rough and that's whe..

The blue print of the Green house.

I grew up chasing words instead of flying kites I do not have a flowery vocabulary to prove it I grew up thinking I was not good enough, Never beli..

Dusty past, useless turf and resentment lives here Barren I've been since the big bang Vultures paraded on my turf when another one bit the dust ..

My skin might be but the scares can still be seen I too have a hot spring coloured in red My thoughts can be stained, and yes i have been taken f..

The flood waves above the inner once again leaving everything swelling and where I’m standing I see a huge clean mess and all i can do is ga..

The gentle breeze, intertwines with the tall trees whistle gently inviting the grains of sand to the upper sphere Breath Withstand the burning eye ..

...Shallow waters still flow Soul Struggling to balance above these waters I hope I don't fall On my knees; my skin bleeds from praising all but ..