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mitochondrial blues
there are times when i can taste my heartbeat
i can feel my blood slipping through my ecstatic veins as it
rushes from my brain to my bones to the
beautiful stars
and it is cold out tonight but i feel like the eyes
of god are
burning burning
a hole into my thoughts and desires and
he sees what it is that my soul thirsts for
and it is to walk backwards into the sweet
...
Sunday 15th November 2015 9:41 am
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