Effervescing IsleA Poem by Victor GardelSuch a fever spent feeding this clockwork orange with remembrance sheer. Out to slay adjective, vivid show for limpid peer. In,you're so addictive. Shadow carries my opium. On and of to blend it in with atoms, killing this solilloqium. Snowy darkness fathoms us but we're still floating on hands. So close to a desert of stardust, how do we feel swimming in sands? Too much tomorrow maybe, conjuring reaper to grind us in silence. Do we ever really know where we're from and where we go? And what's the meaning to it all? Before you received a call; your eyes a star, perhaps a snow. Are you ever gonna fall? Oh, guilty hands dancing on the wall, why time requires such a toll that can be called an act of fading down the road of foul degrading? Blessings of the moon in river of shadows - window to see through decadent slime! Oh why do you forsake me my shadow through every inch of my woken time?
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