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I’m lost in a dream… that seems I can’t wake up from- I see a pink door with a crystal handle I move in for a closer inspection this silhouette of perfection, I feast my eyes upon the definitive definition of beauty, through the eyes of divinity my serenity- I see some angels with Halle berry haircuts riding on clouds sipping Cîroc on diamonds, she motioned her finger to tell me to “come here” then whispered sweet seductions in my ear, all I could do was stare at the magnificent display of a masterpiece in every way. I sat beside her and she handed me an ice blue bong filled with only the finest leaves told me to hold it in, just breathe- don’t let the smoke escape your challis, I coughed, she giggled with such grace, after 5 minutes I couldn’t feel my face… Smacked back to reality -This is just Anastasia’s fantasy becoming a reality in sub-time my sublime realistic illusions get too intense sometimes lost in transition of my mind, the calm before the storm, seems peaceful before all hail breaks loose- let’s choose not to lose, but cruise like Tom within this impossible mission my counter diction crosses paths with fate in every single way
This is the Second Edition, a masterpiece rewritten striving for perfection without protection My only mistake is taking this way too serious for most to comprehend a true friend until the end of infinity, from here to eternity and back- I stack chips like bricks building a staircase to heaven just an arch angel fallen off his pedestal, so I date this one back to Kemit in Egypt walking with a female deity in another lifetime, a certain reality… see it’s easy for me like triple G to display this creation of flawlessness close to my chest i digress the rest really doesn’t matter so why bother, just makes my frustration furious, so this time she asks “Why so Serious”
Another 50 shades of grey’s anatomy seems silly to me since I’m more Dorian than Christen They can’t fathom the demeanor of a God 2,000 years your senior, so they will love my ambition To push a little harder, further than most that brag and boast about what they’ve never experienced- From the frozen tundra to the dry heat of the Sahara, under the graffiti bride over lake Minnetonka to the pissy staircase in Brooklyn mis-educated or misspoken words of adornment reflect the truth and consequence of true love… is just that, a reflection of… My words are way before their time and destiny - if you could visualize the magnificent creature lying next to me, then you too would believe, that yes, - I am lost in a dream….
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