overlooked by a power, defying perhaps all such majesty, choked by desire, pleasure,sin oh introverted world. Where our thoughts can be know more than pure truth, not painted,prided nor beautified but honest, filthy solid delight. The joyous mind, weapon of comfort and destruction. City of lights, sea of diamonds bless me with your tranquil night, give me the familiarity, stress me of distant lands, a thought that sobers me, belittles me but enlightens me to the land that lays beyond.
Laura fuelled by too much red wine in my blood.
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