╭─────────────────────────────────────╮ ⋆｡°✩ ── 𝒩𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓁𝒶𝑒 ── ✩°｡⋆ [ Orbit • Cosmic ] ▶ 03:33 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━●──────────── 05:45 ⏮ ◀◀ ⏸ ▶▶ ⏭ [ HQ AUDIO: 24-BIT / 96KHZ ] ──── 🪐 Promted Written & by Nebulae 🪐 ──── ───────────────────────────────────── 🪐 Orbit the Community: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ╰─────────────────────────────────────╯ *+:｡.｡ ────────── ✦ 𝕃𝕐ℝ𝕀ℂ𝕊 ✦ ────────── ｡.｡:+* yo... Yeah... Better half... Well higher half... I am pretty dicht... And you're a Dichter, Goethe was a Dichter... oh and Baudelaire too... The ink on your fingers so heavy and black Your canvas still empty while I'm just leaning back I watch in amusement, the lines on your brow Since you're thinking so hard and it's funny somehow So I kick up my feet, bring this gift to my lips Taking one deep inhale, savoring this hit The harder you chase it, the further it flies I just lean back and it lands on my thighs (I see that look... I did not ash on the floor) Funny how clarity comes without trying... (by the way) Klara — remember my great-grandma? The Dichter's dense, but I stay dichter dichter than the Dichter (Dicht!) So dense, dear Dichter, so dicht indeed... Reaching west west north at lightning speed — half the speed of light, still twice the light he needs (Call it a joint effort —) I'm holding the joint (out drifting) He's supplying the effort (doing the heavy lifting) (Call it a joint venture —) we both get high on the revenue The candle burns crooked, casting shadows that breathe he thinks I'm asleep, but I'm watching him seethe Every word he dissects like it's delicate glass — doesn't know that his murmur's the best song I have Goethe kept it sober, kept his nose in the air — but Baudelaire wrote it with the smoke in his hair Les Paradis Artificiels, chapter and verse — heaven ain't a rumor, it's a craft I rehearse So carve, little Dichter, sculpt your beautiful rage — I'll be right here floating, taking notes on the page The harder you chase it, the further it flies I just lean back and it lands on my thighs (I see that look... I did not ash on the floor) Funny how clarity comes without trying... (by the way) Klara — remember my great-grandma? The Dichter's dense, but I stay dichter dichter than the Dichter (Dicht!) So dense, dear Dichter, so dicht indeed... Reaching west-west-north at lightning speed — half the speed of light, still twice the light he needs (Call it a joint effort —) I'm holding the joint (out drifting) He's supplying the effort (doing the heavy lifting) (Call it a joint venture —) we both get high on the revenue I'm still alive... Hey... Hey... -- Babe... Could you toss me that Astrophysics book over there... Baudelaire would have lit the next one with me...
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