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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

Derailed

 derailed
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I find you every woman's feature
the jesters we traded bred intimacy,

we reciprocate other's sins,
begetting our own gravity

abiding by what takes us passively
sleeping in the sandbox of doubt
next to the diluted innocence
affected by hype  

where the rivers of your love derail
short of my veins

graceful lips smile  
kissing the marble cornerstone of your temple
from the cold halls of the soul,

you still show me what they say is true  
that love masquerades around midnight.

we all pray the same  
but answers come back differently
and our love flows around haphazardly in thirst,
like misguided teenage infidel spirits;

I linger;  I inhale what I can,  
the aroma of your bed sweat,
in mysteries, we click  
in reality, we bore  
in blasphemy, we eager  
in matrimony, we lie,
all in all,
the extended truth is never enough  
with its never-ending flow
blindly following gravity.

but around midnight, around midnight
when sleep takes a nap in the arms of darkness
I find the truth about what they say
love barely nourishes us enough
just to tick and pause and tick once more
something mysterious about  tomorrow
about hope about you

all our talk of you flows like the rivers,
and the rivers of your love derail
derails short of my veins.

lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credit: a weekend in province by Enlightenwood 

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