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Leland
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To what is this, a kiss, no, Look for me and you will find me.
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sabbie
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you'll find her in a swirl of leaves you'll spot her kicking up the sand you'll see her on a grey street in your dreams you'll talk to her when you're thinking about that painting and when you finally meet her hold tight to her because between blinks, if you're not very careful, she will disappear through a door you will not see
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mourningstars
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tremens
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lishan
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Look at the butterflies !
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mourningstars
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scotch on the rocks please
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neverender
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delirium trigger we're now up here alone, terror on the intercom, can someone save us? systems malfunction, blast it this damn machine, over and out captain something lurks, creeps on the counter top, somewhere behind you parasitic cyst, i can't stand to watch, it's coming up and out of your chest remember when we were young sit up, right on the table, a photograph of earth feeding me a way back frightened, i tear alone or maybe not the the only one there hello... hello...when it rings will you answer? there corner tall short stance, it's you...come on kill me. you made a good friend to me but while you were outnumbered and torn they made us do good things... oh dear god, i don't feel alive when you're cut short of misery will you pray it be the end? give a look surprise, wide eyed to me then you'll know just what i am the scar that triggers your fear come know me in a different light now come know me as god. run sand hourglassm, in my time will i be worth? spin around carousel, when your horse isn't screwed in dear god, i don't feel alive when you're cut short of misery will you pray it be the end? give a look surprise wide eyed to me then you'll know just what i am (subtle demise the legitimate cry) the scare that triggers your fear come know me in a different light come know me as god.
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god
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it's a real city in austrailia
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GibbyPhD
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Why must I decipher the meaning so, My constant surveillance of the situation, Unrelenting analysis of my feelings, Stripping my senses to retain the control. I need to relax… relax… shush.... relax…. I much prefer the Delirium I enter When lying unprotected next to you Freedom from my psyche and philosophies, Just pure manifestation of my emotions, Living in the moment, consuming it raw Placing you on the center of my tongue and pressing upward, You bring to me a taste of clarity, with a hint of truth that feels so right… So I crave that transported moment, when I’m laying in your arms, Our souls caressing, your breathing matched to mine, And as our eyes rock back into gentle slumber, I’m encircled and overwhelmed by the Colors, That are the exquisite Technicolor® spectrum of Love.
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what's it to you?
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