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Florescent liquids circling in the darkest of rooms
Revolving around the circus of my mind
Waving and diving through the flower
That glows and eats me and lets me eat it
And feeds upon it’s willingness
to wither and revive and refresh
and let me cry and want more
and more till there is no more
yet I still crave for more
and it leaves me soar ‘ohhh, the flower gives no more!

What allured me
to dip into this chaotic enigma of craziness and glory
Flowery ceilings and unseen blurry

This whole place is dish of wanton
A stage a cage a room of random

Why, o why I cry I wonder
Some days I try some days I ponder
Upon the places I’ve been through then
Did I see me or me and them?

It makes a difference oh yes it’s true
‘Tis me who inside it been not you.
Ti’s me who tasted the coldest of flavour
I craved for more and ay… had fever.