Taking the vacancy down past her limits
She wasn’t shy to my wisdoms
Of exploring things bringing her to her highest highs
The skies were pierced with moonlight
It was a song of curiosity bumping with the bass void of compromise
The stature of tasteful bliss kept all promises
True endeavors wore knots of broken heart collections
What’s a rhythm without lyrics
What’s a foreign language without a listener
I blazed up her pipes until she came alive with the night
Conjoining miscarried beats before the production
Produced outside the relevant
Glancing between glasses we then clinked
Climbing her shadows
Proving sunlight always provides
The mysterious remedies of being aligned.
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