Base murmuring
I must be alone to think
Is this a redundancy?
Angel of concept
Evoked from the machine
A third person moment
Pure memory
I want bear witness
A woman that shivers
That ventures in sanity
A shivering but free
And not why then this cold mosaic
Only tingles chords to fear
Insanity
Where is my woman
Seduces the machination
Of concept?
The stone truth
A concept veiled in deceit
I want that which hums
An iridescent pleasure
Vexing existence
If veil thy blanket
Was so warmly shivering
I could barely touch
Then I know only to disappear
Free spirit in the memory
I wrote her away
And she disappeared before me
Clear as a bell
Sharp as a whistle
As her clarity bore
A veil of emotion
So deeper and deeper
We are longing to come
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