Paris
Miles awayI feel that ethereal kind of high and I wonder if I shouldn't be at home,Miles away
back at home rather than here listening to my heart beat out of tune with my feet.
I'm oddly restless, wide-eyed and
unweary,unworried and unhurried.
I think I'm looking for a bit of peace, a piece of peace while we dance here together, with life between us and the ocean spread out like a map of the heavens at our feet.
I wish you were hereI have found my church.I wish you were here
Down Taylor Street from the Rosebud Theater there's a pier, a boardwalk with a covered sitting area, where others come to look upon a view sacred to only me.
I wish you were here.
The harvest moon is rising, already a hand's breadth above the horizon. The refracted reflecting light is the nave, leading to the
central transept created by the horizon. This is the impossible cross of my faith. I fell like I could walk up the aisle of moonbeams and bow before this altar--I want to run up this blessed ramp to my own
private gods, but I slo
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and i breathe no more
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and i breathe no more
i really appreciate it.
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and i breathe no more
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and i breathe no more
Have a good day!
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When I get out of here
When I leave you behind
I'll find that the years passed us by
And I can, see you
Running through the fields of sorrow
Yes I can, see you
Running through the fields of sorrow
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I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox.
Anyways, I like your creations and I hope to see more.
I will be watching j00.........
That's creepy, sorry...
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