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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
Written by
alvin guanlao
   D Conors
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