Spin swivel then Jump a bit
Feel the thumpings of my feet.
Why do I feel so.
This hunger. This anguish.
This relief of malice.
Ice cubes have a heart.
It melts.
I have a heart.
It burns for you.
The more I know you,
The more I lose myself.
Into oblivion.
Into esctasy.
Soaring over the wilderness.
Into molten lava.
Beat in grief.
Roar in depression.
Stamp with disapproval.
Whack with disbelief.
But i still believe.
To touch and not to hold.
To hold and not to let go.
To let go and not to live.
To live and not to suffer.
To suffer and not to die.
To die and not to relish.
To relish and not to miss.
To miss and not to give.
To give and not to touch.
Soaring.
In my own world.
Beats beats.
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