lips and doings always go on wars.
The delicate lobes promise a full moon to the rising sun.
Actions drag the harsh storms that wither the hearts ability to normal.
Can you find criss in the messenger.
Lobes tell them I will.. It sounds better when you deliver it.
Reluctantly rehearsed releasing the drums of phantom water to dry land, drilling the cracks that are split open to lust after the soothing ideas of tomorrow.
Like a movie the pictures keep rolling just as the lobes promised it will be.
Just then the sun awaits the moon that arrives in a different place and rushes for the horizon timely before the chance presents itself.
Running to the outline
The movie starts replaying but that's all it is pictures put together to tell a story that you were never featured in, you are the audience Clap for the play.
Taping your eyes down covering your ears because it can't be true
That you believed the movie was real.
Sun stop waiting for the moon. Your light is brighter, your presence is needed, your touch is warm, things grow because of you.
If the moon wants you it will eclipse it's way.
Look at the worlds they wake when you come.
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