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How come your body of warmth Boulder of boldness and hope My limbs in vain, fold In and out of its hold Smoothness and strength Making me hang stealthily below As the muscles in your arms More than tickle, grip, supporting my back Frolicking, commanding every enclave Exploring this landscape with precise measure and expertise Cherishing every arch, every curve, every carving Like the greatest monument, You guard me against all elements And every time you press this lips Cautioning against the unleashing of nirvana Tinkling with mere existence There's a launching of infinite catharsis Even when this land becomes regimented and bound Enclosing every possible escape Encroaching, expelling the very efforts to liberate You pause in front and gaze into the power of my eyes Extracting every trace of repression and restraint Canvasing, surveying the infinite value of this place The conqueror, the lord, the trustee of this land Has come to stop pondering the chase He's built the greatest monument, he never planned
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Conqueror
How come your body of warmth Boulder of boldness and hope My limbs in vain, fold In and out of its hold Smoothness and strength Making me hang stealthily below As the muscles in your arms More than tickle, grip, supporting my back Frolicking, commanding every enclave Exploring this landscape with precise measure and expertise Cherishing every arch, every curve, every carving Like the greatest monument, You guard me against all elements And every time you press this lips Cautioning against the unleashing of nirvana Tinkling with mere existence There's a launching of infinite catharsis Even when this land becomes regimented and bound Enclosing every possible escape Encroaching, expelling the very efforts to liberate You pause in front and gaze into the power of my eyes Extracting every trace of repression and restraint Canvasing, surveying the infinite value of this place The conqueror, the lord, the trustee of this land Has come to stop pondering the chase He's built the greatest monument, he never planned
September 18, 2012
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
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