Victor Adex Biography

Rest

I am fallen upon your breasts
And my hearts whispers rests
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This place of my Love
Is a quick sand with tourist attraction
Like a self-aware mouse knowing
That this cheese will be the death of me
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Before words became the tools of expression
This love was sung with the effulgence of glory
Too sacred for the unclean lips of fallen man
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Riddle

What is like
Lipstick impression on stained glass?
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You may trod me in history
With your pretty petty lies,
But just like dust trampled to the ground,
I'll rise
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