Let me join the wilting mumble within

Wherever You’ve Found Our Stain Behind The Moon

The night fish has its creepy smile beyond the under-light of pluperfect sundown,
Whenever easterly breeze mothers calling your threatening name,
Wanna touch your basic hand within the pudding of love,
Even though I can’t see like a wilting mumble our stain behind the moon,
My least dearest tele-valentine,
My tele-life and tele-destiny,
One violet tear can’t hold this burden of vinegary love,
There you’re walking with the marmot cry of the marmot sky,
Let me join the wilting mumble within, Wherever you’ve found our stain behind the moon…

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