I am the mystic cruise..the float aboard the waters to transport your blues..
where the evening breeze becomes the seas and comforts the blinding eyes
of mischief..so I flow...frolicking at time warp speed..but letting them know
on shore..I am not love being handled..what clings to it's accessories 2 accompany
me..the inner emotion...2 self pity..overrating the concepts of ALCOHOL..
while love performs a tangling morsel..OF TASTE..where the shores ports as it's habit..forming
where I dock..on dry land..like one's interlude..a way to slip in 2 darkness ..
intoxicated..calling me..what quits..find a weave of destruction..missing the man
who now proceeds to dive..ending the affair of the heart's choking ..pretends
I was a THROUGH 2 imagine..restored..I let a vision on the high seas escape.. left a dream
overboard..a farewell speech..Goodbye..A prelude of whats 2 becomes..love formosa..
where
I lay..waiting.. a cocktail..left to pore..sober sensitive..incoherent..but..cured..the
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