Cocaine

A beautiful curse came along 

Ecstatic they were and sinful we are

Too oblivious to be sensed 

Too lurid as heaven’s scent

Mirror… Mirror show me how

Within his soul…Chained I am

Mirror.. Mirror take my hands

To drift merely in a glance

Mirror.. Mirror whisper to winds

To bring Elysium deep within

Mirror.. Mirror tell my why

The righteous world is full of lies

Mirror.. Mirror look at me

In dreams I am free 

I am destined to breathe

Clocks crashed 

Mirrors collapsed 

As minutes flakes

Forcefully paints shining gaps 

'' Portrait of space'' By Lee Miller

” Portrait of space” By Lee Miller

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