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Poema - Remembering You (iTunes) (2012) TrackList: 01 Clean Getaway 02 Wonder 03 Fallin' 04 Hesitate 05 Apricots 06 Play With Fire 07 Footprints 08 Your Song 09 My Turn to Go 10 Would You 11 Love of My Life 12 Won't Say I'm Sorry (Bonus Track) DirectMirror:

Inconvenient and slightly strange, provides liveliness in a bag. I'm codified to change, be the asset like a rag. Strife, plight, etiquette, fleeting rituals by passing time, spontaneaous all set, systematically defined. Flourish through life, indiferently stomp ahead, contigence a...

Grief and groan howl the winds, from Heaven he sprung. Drear leaks out eyes within, a Jeremiah dies young. His childhood was not a source of joy, honey nor nectar could have drawn. Yet harmless was the boy, like newly grass at dawn. Tinted red cliffs his throne shall be, in that...

Push me through.... from shape, colors and breath. A curdling death, wrapped so gently with you. Raising this fall... Slumbering into wake, when glasses break, like piercing screams who call, time to forsake.

He sits on a lonely dock, far down within the fainted dim. Where a golden sky painted him colors in a boldly flock. Nodding cold, weary and ill, this did not cause thrill. Waiting careless and humble, the catch and his hook don't stumble. Resignedly under the night, he shivers with...

Inundated as I awake from ilusions, pieces of me strewned, crumbling down ascetic fort, billowing out pleasure in June. Embracing delicious fruits, drenching reason, stealing moderation. Inside my lurid castle roars a beast, red with firelight desperation. He knocks us down...

A slumber dawns its glow, sea of dreams rush there tide. Short breath spout sheets below, wintry doze and days die. Death drips its blood bled boldly, upon sheets and tomb. For a leech lurched only, back your head loom.

Below dawns laughing hello, oceans embrace ungrateful tears. To be again over what will remain in sorry sunlight years. Winter sings wastelands glitter, he has killed his pain. Lurid ink pens down rain, a joyous rest burns bitter. Emotions dancing sear... Into a flurry lamentation...

Gnaw the drawers ground, untouched by its lid. Loops sadly can't round, cracked between for id, webs embrace dying sounds. Her empty touch hasn't the spark, like kids who can't lark... Sinking beneath white winter snows, crystal as what Loops eye shows. What has happened with Loops...

Death is not the answer, for who wants not a look. Othersides green fields laughter to write your own book. Overshadow beneath their clouds, hopeless tears and rays of grief. Leaning towards aloud, this bowing leaf. Lost, empty echoes, I choose the horizon and beyond... letting...

Read and sway here, routines do let go. I'm junkie John J. Doe, summers cold tears. The laughter in painful fogs, scatter failures crumbs. These concrete dark slums, where I live my bog. Please I need you to know! Before my descend to woe, I'm poet too: My... Name... "junkie" John...

The handless possesion, a great arrow flying across, drawn back over a little glen. Crashing and blundering from an underbush, yellow green eyes, fluttering wings, nostrils venting smoke... fiery gust out a mist, setting all bushes alight. Nine chambered heart drips flame, growing...

And life had to pour, decently wets my prime. Enough drops adequate the time, gave no less, no more, yet passed fraction can't climb. A teacher lends spit to fill, help change my look, use hands out books. Middle flow floated still, took not what others took. Love a jovial one...

White doors in shrouds... Do I have your key? I to you the flea, waiting to vow. Red stare upon through, fondle fondly my choice. Door sway loves sweet voice, enter hue from blue.

...the pictures are torn, screaming nights where light shone. Happiness worn, in her closed pot home. A trowel of time turned, and patted thick, a sandy heart burned. "Love the flick?" Like rain mounting high, we drip, drop and dry.

The new feeds on my rose, crawling lightly within, as I long for respite nowhere, inside an own empty carress. Locked out laying motionless, like a martyr beating alone, my dull harmony falling to a heap quivering old and discarded, to your new lover, kissing him in a way I once held...

At middle, under warm shade, a train grows to an eye. Each bag made and laid, "2:14 just in time", tick fifteen to trade. Walking beauty: don't look back, the hug cannot hear the action. A fog comes upon desires back, like light of the suns atraction, lean here with me and the tracks.

What a loevly color as I stare voraciously, pushing me inside like crashing waves washing in this mortar moment. Falling from the sun, penetrate your moonlight vanishing to cast sweet insanity this stranger and I with endless music, cannot fanthom why where how we self-destructed to...

Where no-one roams, frigid day to night. Adesert not sown, by glass-held fright, beating its own. Though rain don't fall, a flower has sprung. Bred void and all, warm thoughts Love brung. Now green bold trees hail, once, what was stale.

Wear the proud-mask time and time again, dusky eyes off a shade most glimmering. Takes' his vision away-of their glittering renounce walking without extends. Impulsive denial of a pointless slump! Sometimes a girl may arouse, still pleasing moments sink lumps, letting be my own hateful...