If it's all just one life, one whole life comprised of the lives within, the death of one kind is not only less frightening, it actually seems like a fine idea.
Momentary throb, momentary throb- the flash in the pan that's all it was.
Excite, burnish, blot, forget.
In the palm of a hand and under all of the trees.
that's what you get.
Left over out again.
Thru the shape of my mouth it still feels, feels like the truth.
Could mean anything, anything you want it to.
I love you.

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