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Borderlines         of love and lust crossovers from uncertainty                  to trust How we travel vast countries in search of living We forget that taking in                            is also giving We strive to reach and forget ourselves our process breached                  in heaven's wells And I am drowning                 in this murky sea     submerged in this place                  of mystery Sometimes darkly Sometimes bathed in               sweet strata of light Sometimes wrapped                 closely inside gentle tendrils of night All the while speaking the language of        awareness and fire my words heated-up silk dripping molten desires I throw to the winds relics of ancient spells conjure my heaven           to chase out the hell Polish off the dust and shake out my soul's fabric          air out my cells Fill them up           with new magic And as I continue       to break down these walls          and spin off into the astral spheres --     I do my best to emulate picking ripened fruit, plucking sparks          from the cosmos so I may live without fear
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
Cosmic Sparks
Borderlines         of love and lust crossovers from uncertainty                  to trust How we travel vast countries in search of living We forget that taking in                            is also giving We strive to reach and forget ourselves our process breached                  in heaven's wells And I am drowning                 in this murky sea     submerged in this place                  of mystery Sometimes darkly Sometimes bathed in               sweet strata of light Sometimes wrapped                 closely inside gentle tendrils of night All the while speaking the language of        awareness and fire my words heated-up silk dripping molten desires I throw to the winds relics of ancient spells conjure my heaven           to chase out the hell Polish off the dust and shake out my soul's fabric          air out my cells Fill them up           with new magic And as I continue       to break down these walls          and spin off into the astral spheres --     I do my best to emulate picking ripened fruit, plucking sparks          from the cosmos so I may live without fear
lora-lee
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
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