Dont drip, this physical presence
darwin and the theory of evolution
in other ways be brave
stop watching tv all night
get addicted to her curves, the prayer you sing under the starrs
all the fragments of her
dont be a bad sport, you win some you loose some
its only a game directed by the shaman love
purifying you listen to the wind in the dark forest, by the brook
the charm of the spell, the silver lights illuminate the shadows in you
you hurt me but i take it as if i had tripped on a rock
it made me hawk and free
the muses its a mystery where they go
after all its a game
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