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Opulence surrounds you, overconfident in your approach the golden lust of your ego projects itself in the driver's seat with that tiny smirk here as we drive on at a adrenaline inducing speed the sunset caught between leaves and branches of these trees. I am baptized in a hypnagogic state dreamy but still here. "let go" I say to you oblivious to what is right in front of you. "let go of the wheel" because it's too beautiful and because I think I love here, as I close my eyes and letting the wind toss my hair about and letting the stroboscopic flicker tease the petals of my face and forgetting about what matters and what doesn't, more than being here with you to be honest.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
Let Go You Son of a Gun
Opulence surrounds you, overconfident in your approach the golden lust of your ego projects itself in the driver's seat with that tiny smirk here as we drive on at a adrenaline inducing speed the sunset caught between leaves and branches of these trees. I am baptized in a hypnagogic state dreamy but still here. "let go" I say to you oblivious to what is right in front of you. "let go of the wheel" because it's too beautiful and because I think I love here, as I close my eyes and letting the wind toss my hair about and letting the stroboscopic flicker tease the petals of my face and forgetting about what matters and what doesn't, more than being here with you to be honest.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
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