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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...