"GREEKS SEA OF DUSK"
by Darkism
I'm standing inside of the DUSK,
breaking so slowly of this faking curse,
my hands are shaking from the DREAM
that I didn't take,
it must be my consciousness,
who is making me awake.
From the GARDENS that I never knew,
from the clouds who are lonely too,
from the POETRY who's so sweet,
that even I could not see,
the LUST of the greeks beauty,
deep under,
at the bottom of the sea.
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