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 Laly free listen on youtube or here Someone asked me once why I dedicate my thoughts and poems to laly. well The answer is simple you haven't seen her through my eyes you see, once she sears her smile into your imagination it's not simple to forget or to let go. to heal my mind, I write down every detail I can, purging her from my soul, I imitate the polars of nature, nourishing spring harvesting summer, withering autumn and the dying winter, my one-time funeral, or so I think. but the laws of nature have a repeating flaw cycle, spring comes through,  breathing life into the earth, and those neglected dead seeds come back kicking with life, I'll never be laly free. summer flourishes over the landscapes of my being the ghost of laly comes back to life again invading the privacy of my dying days bringing me back to life fulfilling the vacancy of absence with her beautiful face I'll never be laly free. there are no more losses for me to worry about, stalling the seasons ...

 envy free listen on youtube or here one more time to tell you, baby love, I don't envy you underneath the surface of gray withered scratches. Under my face's uprooted landscape,   but I'm stagnating By the growing tall walls of your stories. I chose to be drugged by an expired kiss I found in your trash, the weight of my redemption quarantined my chances, they're isolated, spread apart from others the matching was so close to you from afar I was gluing them with potions from homegrown patches I grew anticipating you I was whispering, I'm coming to you I was singing, ooh- baby- love, I'm envy-free. = all those signs I overlooked the flags that turned red my face grew into an accident on my way to you, from where I came they all waved goodbye praying I won't come back I'm useless to whoever needs me I'll be somewhere on the fringes of a story. = Our meeting was an incident you've tried to re-attach your displaced faces the original you, & the...

Olivia's night listen on youtube or here Olivia, tell me what's coming tonight Olivia, i thought I’ve been to the edge I’ve played with fire before but not like last night. After midnight you become sin free for a moment, semi holy to cast the first stone on the guilty me. My mistake... my mistake was choosing the wrong colors That painted your mood. = a shot of heavy coffee with a cigar in the morning, your Thoughts going in circles Like the strayed smoke, you puff. You looked at me, first of the day, Ashes from a boisterous last night Saturated the bottom line, it had to go, the "B" cuts polluted the candle box the reels of perfect playbacks, stashed I'll get another chance tonight. = so Here’s a box of kosher chocolate see things from a different angle Falling exhausted in your bed is lost time so Let’s keep things discreet in a  new bucket list wish Mines? To hold a candle at your dinner to think over what's coming for me tonight what's coming tonight...