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Naked, like we always seem to be,beneath sheets i trace maps onyour skin and lips follow the trails,paths and streets, curving aroundhips and thighs, ..
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The moonlight drenches our skin,hand in hand, we wonder the streets.Blue eyes, I see the summer sky inyour bright smile.. Nights upon nights,wondering..
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Conscious Injection,familiar abstraction.It's closer, closer.Creeping under the doorbeneath the shutters,it's moving, always moving.Is this as wrong a..
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Made love to siren songsand brushed lips with fire's embraceCan't resist the taste
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Do you know where you are,cosmonaut in bleeding stars.The kid who could throw the stone the farthest,but you're going nowhere anymore.Can you trace th..
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Amphetamine queen, with a touch of pristine,if we are young then we must be living,if it is sung then we must be giving,a piece of the sun to each ver..
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Wind touches my faceThe grass sways beneath my feetWalk into the sun
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flowing waves of electricitythe surge fills nerves and capillarya burst free from monotone captivityfluorescent crescents glow steadilystars glow acro..
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sunset glowing softagainst silhouetted treesthe creek mumbles
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drop everything nowhear the wind sing so sweetlyraindrops, my shelter
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