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Friday, March 18, 2011

the flow


and that icy palm

of the saintly immortal

will never be hot again

just because the moon no longer

wants to be kissed by the sun


but his light still shines

on both sinners and saints

he does as he pleases

and knows what he is about


be gone my love

and drink your own secretions


hit the road you sunny

your not as hot as hell anymore


you're on your own now angel moon

may your dim light shine on that crazy cat


you can do it

i told you so


i don't want to remember

i dont want to know


this is the flow

you are still you

this is your world

own it




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