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our fresh hands found their way speaking words your people say when they try to describe the taste of a mouth with the dream inside we drifted off behind our eyelids chasing bloodstreams racing all in time keeps the brain alive while our minds are waiting to arrive... i dreamed you were a parachute i had to cut you loose (i left you there regrettably) you let me down gracefully i left you hanging on for me making a circus of the tops of trees when all you need is the good kind help of a passing breeze to lift you up and set you free From Letras Mania