I want to die in a beautiful dream where the women frolic amongst the snow covered music and worry isn't a feeling.
I want no money for it's value doesn't exist.
I want bountiful delicacies and compassion.
I want to see the sun burn out and the ocean fly.
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Our eyes met.
The battle wounds you wear
Match my damaging stare
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I walk upon the clouds behind my eyes to see what lies beneath.
I fall into the realm of fire laying at my feet.
The steps I take move in rhythm to the beats of blood soaked villains.
Hello to you I say to thee and back to me they say you bleed.
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