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inside world
by Indigo TempestaMy sky keeps breathing on me
His pink, supple breath
and does he know I'm here?
You could even say the sky is falling
keeps falling
keeps falling
and beautiful, and beautiful
lilting threnodies cast themselves upon us
there is singing far away
the dome of this softness gives it all back
returns the only thing that truly belongs
to us
keeps falling01/07/2002 Posted on 01/07/2002
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