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Tribe men are dancing the good fire Radios on stakes, just as kings men. Amish will break bread Rejoicing as cosmonauts peer down at a world without light She is silent My first love She was the First woman I felt her tendril of her being tickled         by sunlight Wind making her dance Hurricanes, that hot shower Yes, sometimes she bathes in                                      blood Human is the most toxic element         known to man My love is living in a burning house Called Pollution A drug unknown to her system Human condition I love her, so let her go!         She is wild not to be tamed But remember her remember her name
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
We Feast on the Skin of Angels
Tribe men are dancing the good fire Radios on stakes, just as kings men. Amish will break bread Rejoicing as cosmonauts peer down at a world without light She is silent My first love She was the First woman I felt her tendril of her being tickled         by sunlight Wind making her dance Hurricanes, that hot shower Yes, sometimes she bathes in                                      blood Human is the most toxic element         known to man My love is living in a burning house Called Pollution A drug unknown to her system Human condition I love her, so let her go!         She is wild not to be tamed But remember her remember her name
#love#nature#earth#free#positive#alliteration
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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