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Breathe. Suspend. Stretch Into Oblivion. That one second
Everything blurs And you try to breathe But all you can sense Is a cloud of elm tree seeds Around you Rustling As time slows And you suspend Your soul aching for what it feels left without You stretch into oblivion And all is right That one second Eternity | |
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sounds like an orgasm. | |
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talmuzic said: sounds like an orgasm.
Hehehe. An orgasm of the mind. True. | |
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