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Cleansing my soul September, 1999
Longing...
...to feel the wind. Gliding
down the superslab. Cleansing
my soul Tearing
away
piece by piece
bit by bit at
my insanities. Longing...
...to feel the wind
caressing my soul Takes
me to a higher awareness. No
one can touch me. Kissing
the horizon
with every inch of rubber Humming
down the superslab setting
my anxieties free To
feel the wind...
Cleansing my soul... |