Lucidity might grow after all these cleansing

Cleansing of heart, sheer lust and a bobcat of the mind

All could be labeled as nuisance at this stage of cyclotron

Even the dangling tongue that had been sucking the earth

For the salty taste of suckling love features only shuddering nights

Halo of the futile hell also handcuffed you through the antenna of your mind

And you subsequently took allegiance on that futility of haze-crazed by maze

But when you realized that you’ve been fallin’ from this magnolia heaven of haven

Certainly you’ve been glided throughout the panorama as a kite and the concealed freedom



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