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Its not about time or distance
its something I’ve never felt before
its like touching your soul
taking your breath
make you breath under the water
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I exploded like volcanic lava,
When you pulled your mouth
from mine
Your breath on my cheek
I felt hell and paradise,
I was full of wine
A bottle of wine for all existence
Swallow me in one gulp Become
drunk with death and then leave!
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Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
