Strawberries spoke to ruin
while a star just clears the moon
with its bright eyes out of tune
still too beautiful too soon
My tree becomes my body
yours is broken bruised and muddy
but the sun will keep you steady
until i believe im ready
A purple haze can ease my days. Till im numb enough to fade away
Lock me in pandora's box of pain.
With stolen rhymes
slipping in through time
slipping past that line
of yours and mine
Through the loop, down the hole
Through the  looking glass toll
It only costs a soul...
There went the sun.
doot in doo doo
you missed your sun
but i say its allright
its allright.
The End

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