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| Dharma Love For a fortune of fantasies in my fancy I'll keep you twisting in my mind sweet brown and twisting in my fingers and hands I won't exhale the last of you till I taste your lips again blessed temple of youth and wisdom Buddha mind and karma soul you want to read me I want to write you like two hands drawing one another we slip and trade between bareness and open behind the shut blinds mystery charms us secrecy surrounds us and hands clasped hard keep us from coming from coming too soon. There are no promises we've made to fade and the zen click moments of your eyelashes beat the reality of us and smiles twisting in your fingers and hands wont let me rest till I taste your skin again |
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