we passed throught the galaxies
and drunk all that was to taste
the afternoon is orange and we've got all the answers
right now
the line comes to an end
and we must turn away
we must free and devine and pure
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my wrists are open
and my eyes are bright
and my chest is cracking
and i feel as whole
what's better, a revelation or a suicide
if the body is a temple
i don't care if i'm a king or slave
i don't know what's the meaning
just fucking kill the priest
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Free enough to hold the sky in our arms as if it were tiny and ours.
Free enough so that our open wrists would have rainbows flowing out of them instead of carmine and black.
Free enough to never be forced to turn away from the warmth.
Free. Divine and pure.
On-topic, it was all off-topic all along.
Miss you,my friend.