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￭ Epistle of a millennial
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2013-02-05 | |
The time has come to break my chains
And let the freedom flood my veins.
You've been my black Queen, I, your pawn
But now your dusk will be my dawn.
And while my last two tears will wash
Just hide away your thousand smiles
That trapped my soul in puzzle tiles.
Wipe out the venom from your lips.
While starving for my fingertips
Your skin will burn and turn to ash
I've had my share of broken hopes,
Wandered too much on slipp'ry slopes,
I woke too deep inside your dream
Where grass is blue and sky is green.
You quench your sins and do not blush.
So take your voice outside my head
And get your charms out of my bed.
Don't just stand naked on the floor,
My heart is closing, here's the door!
And by all means feel free to rush
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