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[love_leaf]

Got on the plane, and cried because I could still feel the kisses on my lips

lost the ticket

feel in love with dimension
especially the kind that makes you fall over

shamanism was my gateway drug
I can feel the life in you and the life when it leaves

death is only a concept, I whisper
gotta remember to whisper
else my psyche will throw my soul for a wild one

Square cells are great, though the lack of a cell wall gives so much possibility
I still see my father's eyes in a green marble

Look into me
in that life threatening way
touch beneath my ribs as you walk on sticks and rocks