263 5 2
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Everything on my lips is an indictment.
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62510
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So what exactly does heaven look like? They asked.
He first found himself floating above clouds before witnessing
“transparent, shimmering beings arced across the sky,
leaving long, streamer-like lines behind them.”
An unknown female companion esc
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77043
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He dreams again of ocean devoid of shore
|
740
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God was bored one day, and narcissistic,/
so made us in his image
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102127
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"It's like every name has a voice, a story. You listen long enough, you hear it."
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7010
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Flags engulfed in beautiful nighttime alcohol flames
that will end all nightmares of country of origin
The release of souls from the captivity of flames
like the see-through doves in the clear light
at the backside of the see-through universe
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100
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In search of my spiritual source I was trailingDown canyons darker than depths undefinedMy shadow has followed the same foreign footstepsHeard the cruel whispers and told the same liesWe drink the same sorrowSleep til tomorrowHead back to SamsaraIt builds up mind and…
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90022
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Yes, I had pulled my own heart apart
Yes, I had slipped up on time itself
In its own backyard behind my memories
And scared the crap out of it
By not yelling, just sniffing at its neck
Longingly, tearing it apart with my teeth
Wishing I had
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1215219
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3600
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While you sleep, I dip my fingers in your font.
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6221
|
duck tapes are no longer being produced secretly, as previously promised in the Sixties. They were right there out in the open. What was the use in being a covert agent during that era anyway, I want to know? Only, did you know they don’t even know how to
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7021
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and two of his crow magnum buddies
Were right on his tail
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838125
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That some adults believed the drill would save/
us from the blast of fusioned hydrogen//
amused us as we quietly curled along
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2600
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That time of month when you are feeling your ovaries on both sides,
rubbing them to smooth out the necessity of the future inside,
and already know your wings are folded,
and they have travelled through you in time,
hitting a bump in the road in
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330
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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