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Pumping an uncontrollable substance through my heart Hope this feeling never ends or I’d be torn apart A magical sensation with every pleasurable pulse This must be illegal, something for the adults Every moment, every thump, makes me lose my thought Lets runaway together with the thrill of getting caught Shuttle me thru your loops of vibrational divines ****** my flesh with your soft hum while I slowly unwind Make me lose myself with no method of meeting time If your admiration is at the top of the wobbly hill, then I’ll climb But understand I’m wrapped around your finger with every minute that passes by I’m in a meeting with your roots with nothing on, except a tie This must be the so called meaning of life Listening to every word and every piece of advice That you simply can not only be mine But is like your part of me, somehow connected to my spine A strong emotion I can’t get rid off, where is its rubric? Maybe your suppose to be a part of me, perhaps you’re my runic This is such an indulging pleasure I can’t confuse it Because I’m not in love with you girl, I’m in love with music Jonathan “Prototype” Pizarro Copyright 2011 © August 30, 2010 11:12am
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Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
Vibrational Divines
Pumping an uncontrollable substance through my heart Hope this feeling never ends or I’d be torn apart A magical sensation with every pleasurable pulse This must be illegal, something for the adults Every moment, every thump, makes me lose my thought Lets runaway together with the thrill of getting caught Shuttle me thru your loops of vibrational divines ****** my flesh with your soft hum while I slowly unwind Make me lose myself with no method of meeting time If your admiration is at the top of the wobbly hill, then I’ll climb But understand I’m wrapped around your finger with every minute that passes by I’m in a meeting with your roots with nothing on, except a tie This must be the so called meaning of life Listening to every word and every piece of advice That you simply can not only be mine But is like your part of me, somehow connected to my spine A strong emotion I can’t get rid off, where is its rubric? Maybe your suppose to be a part of me, perhaps you’re my runic This is such an indulging pleasure I can’t confuse it Because I’m not in love with you girl, I’m in love with music Jonathan “Prototype” Pizarro Copyright 2011 © August 30, 2010 11:12am
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Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
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