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alvin guanlao Oct 2010
i want to be the air that you take
a part of blood that flows through your veins
i want to be a strand of your hair
that touches your neck and feels the same

i want to be the fire that lights your cigarette
and transform in a smoke that you blow
and if you get dizzy and take a break
you'll remember my name as my love will flow

the time will come that you will get old
when that moment comes i want to be the soil
that eats your coffin having your corpse inside
your body will decay on my presence

and at last
we fuse as one
this is mine

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