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My liquid heart romance rides shotgun in a poem written through the ages by the same men to stare at stars and paint caves with angel fire Like a river named through time the tongues change the flow remains Oh my love, my vast and sacred love Speak to me ceaselessly as a prophet of doom drive me mad with your words I'll listen, I'll just listen to you who could fill the ruddy canyons of the Moab delicately as an arch, spanning the nothingness between us Filling the Universe with Light & Dark Shadow & Form      We are made Flesh      We are made blood      The crazy look is in my eye Staring out over a darkened room Looking for my fellow fools who know we have a right to pleasure       Life is our wife       We **** it at our leisure But Beware the thinkers, these are cerebral palsy, from soft and sad and helpless Beware the dreamers, they are blind on the pretext they do not see the world, they deny, As I sit staring in front of the wall knowing that if I have the patience of Eternity that in the twinkling of an eye I shall see it fall
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
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My liquid heart romance rides shotgun in a poem written through the ages by the same men to stare at stars and paint caves with angel fire Like a river named through time the tongues change the flow remains Oh my love, my vast and sacred love Speak to me ceaselessly as a prophet of doom drive me mad with your words I'll listen, I'll just listen to you who could fill the ruddy canyons of the Moab delicately as an arch, spanning the nothingness between us Filling the Universe with Light & Dark Shadow & Form      We are made Flesh      We are made blood      The crazy look is in my eye Staring out over a darkened room Looking for my fellow fools who know we have a right to pleasure       Life is our wife       We **** it at our leisure But Beware the thinkers, these are cerebral palsy, from soft and sad and helpless Beware the dreamers, they are blind on the pretext they do not see the world, they deny, As I sit staring in front of the wall knowing that if I have the patience of Eternity that in the twinkling of an eye I shall see it fall
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
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