The open space rushes around us
And I'm wide for you
Sitting under a tree like gypsies
Our souls increasing pressure
For that moment when our starved bodies collide
Like two blazing lights
Releasing an explosion of sensation
Light, fire, pain, oblivion are all one
The joining men pay whores to forget
Culminating into one crash
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