I want my soul to heal
The blisters on its feet
From walking endlessly on memory lane
Through the desert, through the heat.
I want my mind to be reminded
Gently, never to remember.
The panic of suffocating julies
The manic depression of decembers.
I want full moons and empty pockets
WIld dances on vibrant skin
The delightful touch of souls
Burning passion from within.
But I would do with gas and alcohol
For that's all the fuel I need
To take over your world.
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