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Time Travel
I think love is a drug
that suffocates the soul.
A heart throbs at first breath
to survive.
I'd love to enter the domain,
meditate with the thumping
of the drumming.
And when the process is finished;
I can be born again.
I can perfect the feeling,
prepare for the hurt.
that suffocates the soul.
A heart throbs at first breath
to survive.
I'd love to enter the domain,
meditate with the thumping
of the drumming.
And when the process is finished;
I can be born again.
I can perfect the feeling,
prepare for the hurt.
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