and even in the simplest sound of your tone
Resentment and desire reaching an equivalence
May there still be the presence of the deranged principle in lust
As to how I am now catering to my current chaos, adding the disdain in regard
reflecting my past, resenting my future
Then quickly refreshed by the mastering of the affluent, Western ways.
Damn you.
Yes that tone, the one you season like snowflakes, honoring the splitting disposable, fault of mankind, at rest
Yet now awakened
But baby I was a fool, just a fool.
-C.C.
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