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Give me a shot
Give me a shot to die down the road,
Give me a call to put one on hold,
Give me some time, I'm riding the crest,
Give me a moment just to digest.
Leave me unconscious under the sea,
Leave me, I'm fine, as you can see.
Leave, put my trust in the polyjuice potion
Leave, it is the will of my vivid devotion
Just burn me down and breathe out my fumes
Just burn up the sky and the sun to hear tunes
Of silence and freedom with nothing behind.
Take the damn deal, it's already signed.
well penned poet.
well penned poet.
Who's identity
would you assume, and where do you propose to find lacewing flies? Or are dragonfly wings a suitable replacement?
Do you see a neon hum of my visions?
Are they really wings of lace or is it a waggle of perforated tongues? Does the static electricity make your hair stand up and take notice?
Ahh, so tell me, are you really a vivid devotee or is it just in my imagination?
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Right now I'm really enough
with assuming myself :) Dragonfly wings do not give a very lasting effect, and there can be some complications, I know a guy who knows a guy, so if you are interested, I can get you some lacewing flies too. Cannot tell you more, so as not to spoil the first expression, you should really try that. ;)
Vivid as a heavy cloud in the rain, dull as a sun reflecting in the snow :)
Live long and prosper,
Anna.