- - My stella- - 14
My dream in wakefulness
Time's floating sky and eternal stillness fail to cover my stella from my view,
She is a pain of my heart that resumes again and again,
Metaphysical aloofness and I am a little bit of bygone era,
a dreamless space of solitude.
I live and die but pain remains the same,
My stella, a conscious tale of Ineffable ode,
Pours her verse to fill my interval.
She wast a peripatetic dream in my sleep and I wast listless seeking her in my sleeplessness.
Now I am purified and my vein charged with murderous impulse to mingle and merge with my stella in total wakefulness.
She wast a peripatetic dream in my sleep and I wast listless seeking her in my sleeplessness. Now I am purified and my vein charged with murderous impulse to mingle and merge with my stella in total wakefulness...! ! !
Now I am purified and my vein charged with murderous impulse to mingle and merge with my stella in total wakefulness......State of union
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Now I am purified and my vein charged with murderous impulse to mingle and merge with my stella in total wakefulness.! ! ! !