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The Parenthesized
Your green eyes are shining in the night of my mind
Thoughts are fading away with the dawn of your smile
Words are sailing away, papers are turning back to trees
And God is lighting his cigarette with thunder while scribbling my fate
God is a poet, I think and his words are people
But I'm parenthesized, that's why you can't read me
Stuck in arrogant sentences or thrown to the end
That's t...
Sunday 20th November 2016 8:03 pm
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