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like the mornin
you come
soft as a cloud
you live on long after the sun has tucked her wings

when the living have sworn off the mind
you, well you stay;
needing no invitation, you ride in effortlessly
embracing and breaking  weak and strong

fire and ice

despair, and hope

self destruction, rebirth

swirls of rainbow, spirals of gloom

rose bleeds, thorn bushes

death, new life

i want to touch you:
having no flesh, that is illusion
so drown in your embrace, having no choosin

but soaring and drownin,

hope for new life, or die eternally but drenched in you