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Landslides
Everything has turned upside down in
the duration of five days
There are sky rocket Junipers,
indian caves, and new constellations
I have been waiting for a phone call
I have been creating a face
Can our hands make a web that our
bodies will follow?
Something we can lose our heads in, viciously
or will I dream this dream alone
Like a landslide you've ran off with the
gravity I so cautiously glued to my forehead
I have been unrighteous with my life thus far, but
I swear I would make a religion and a martyr our of love
Join me on raven's wing and I will show you exactly
what consumption does
It makes a man out of you and it breeds a
fire that cannot be put out
