We have to hold on,
We have to fight.
As we have a small hut in the woods to live in.
A joint to smoke,
Lips to claim.
Bodies to caress,
Souls to love.
The lilac luminance of our souls making love.
Becoming a single infinite entity.
Is mighty enough to have the sky in our palms, bowing before us.
Painted in our hue.
We have to hold on,
We have to fight.
As we have a lilac paradise to live in, my love.
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Thoughts.
RandomA collection of thoughts and scribbles that haunt me, comfort me, confuse me or all.
