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My blood crashes like a waterfall
Fuelled by driving fresh spring rain
My heart beats a thumping rhythm
As it pumps life through the vein.
I can walk on water
I can soar I can fly
Sing with the lark
At the edge of the sky.
Clasped in her arms
Our love is a feast
As we make the form,
The two backed beast.
It's a choir of angels;
It's a fresh morning breath;
The approaching experience
Of that special little death;
A festival of love,
A purging of lust,
Ultimate togetherness,
Pure renewal of trust,
An exploding catharsis
In a flood of release,
A one-ness of a two-ness
That's brings a perfect peace.

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