late night lens

Something nice reads my mind

I clearly have no control

My eyes are hanging

Colours are melting

There is an itchy noise

Floats in the air

Screams a peaceful melody


Sun’s out

Heart’s out

A manipulative toy

Seeks to play

A whistling silence

Puzzling power

A blazing serenade

The Sirens pretend to sing

Gambling rocks

Numbers figure out a way to talk

The map is wrapped

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