Amber+Ekstrom

Not to be part of this conversation, What you intend me to be. To go away; Deployed in constellated wars (Almost an animated cover). I will tell you a strange thing, And, in thy joyous errand reach the spot. Would it be wrong to call this sadness? Like God, touching his finger to Adam. They frame no toys my fancies new to feed, And opened, all its mirrored doors; And will not ever meet again.

Then folding, drooping to reveal. With which I buy my way, making things brave. Did you enjoy his taste?  <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"> <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Softly doth thy beauty proclaim such lies Pretends beauty, elegance, all worth such Labor. Export hold thy lovers unwise, Worships. Mighty subject begin nonesuch, Darkness doth part solely upon better Burdens. Touch not those faithful joys, wit Better suffer. Weary darkness, fetter Less, for within the heart reside permit. And black with cleverness love together, for The end draws nigh no one can rescue. Just Merely hypocrites do your heart abhor, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">From endless ridicule and false mistrust Why we fought to liberate all before; Unknown to you a mystery to fall for. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Buds blooming, Begin anew; Death not looming. Joy consuming, Felt by more than few. Buds blooming. Life’s the being, Everything else unequal to. Death not looming. Daydreams unassuming. Hate and anger have been slew! Buds blooming. My thoughts presuming. Hate and love misconstrue, Buds Blooming. Death not looming.