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filthy
Gender: Non-binary Age: 26 Country: unknown, Missouri Join Date: 8 Jun 2017, 12:08pm (7 years, 7 months ago) Last Seen: 30 Nov 2018, 12:57pm (6 years, 2 months ago) |
About filthy:
lex // twenty // any pronouns // intp-f // leo
oh, let the sun beat down upon my face with stars to fill my dreams. i am a traveler of both time and space to be where i have been. sit with elders of the gentle race this world has seldom seen, talk of days for which they sit and wait. all will be revealed. talk and song from tongues of lilting grace whose sounds caress my ear. but not a word i heard could i relate, the story was quite clear. all i see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground and my eyes fill with sand as i scan this wasted land trying to find, trying to find, where i've been. pilot of the storm who leaves no trace like thoughts inside a dream. here is the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream. my shangri-la beneath the summer moon, i will return again. sure as the dust that floats high in june when movin' through ᴋᴀsʜᴍɪʀ. father of the four winds, fill my sails. across the sea of years with no provision but an open face along the straits of fear.
oh, let the sun beat down upon my face with stars to fill my dreams. i am a traveler of both time and space to be where i have been. sit with elders of the gentle race this world has seldom seen, talk of days for which they sit and wait. all will be revealed. talk and song from tongues of lilting grace whose sounds caress my ear. but not a word i heard could i relate, the story was quite clear. all i see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground and my eyes fill with sand as i scan this wasted land trying to find, trying to find, where i've been. pilot of the storm who leaves no trace like thoughts inside a dream. here is the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream. my shangri-la beneath the summer moon, i will return again. sure as the dust that floats high in june when movin' through ᴋᴀsʜᴍɪʀ. father of the four winds, fill my sails. across the sea of years with no provision but an open face along the straits of fear.
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