.

fast hands, rouge heart

quick feet, cool head

smart mouth, sweet tooth

sharp tongue, soft lips

.

i do not want to die.

i can taste it near

plastic what if… the lie

when my thoughts run clear

.

there is an island to my name

through the gate immortal

a monument to tame

another dark portal

.

by the marches, by the shire

rinse the wind, ride the storm

as she watches by the fire

this life, this hat, this form

.

say we don’t sall apart

and learn to fail instead,

this journey could be smooth –

blunt the coming eclipse

.

i live through a bright eye

in smooth wrinkle and tear,

what an easy goodbye,

at least one good ear

.

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nostalgia of what i could have been before i am even gone to myself