Shhhh…
I drift to sleep, mumbling these self loathing soliloquies
Lulled to rest by the rippling waves, the shaking of a million leaves
As my last breathe is exhaled, I feel a pair of soft hands gripping my sleeve
Upon awakening, I find myself running barefoot in night-lit desolate city streets
Chasing...you. My heart calls you familiar, the sweet serenity
Your hair falls in strands bluer than the melancholy that bellows deep within me
Beautiful imagery...
Like SELF said the flow is butter...you"ve also from what I gathered have gotten people familiar with Botan, that just in itself is great...
Dope read man, you put up some really nice shit here...would love for you to expand on it, maybe a second act? Either way, thought it was niccceee fam.
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