
One hundred Lonely Years


∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆

She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her

One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss

Lady luv
butterfly baby
tongue tied on copper skin
Oh where to begin
I arrive always for you
journey and mine
Lady luv
butterfly baby
12/26/2023
