Bora born
Out of range _
Wound around then down a slippery slope of
turmoil dressed in emotions inside each
other, counter coiled shape changers slippin
then slidin, intertwined in loveless bliss.
Never ending silence deafens in it's
grip, slide away dreamer, just glide on by.
Lead your essence to a friendlier state
safer, less intimidated, unwound, benign.
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© jul 2008_ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Out of range _
Out of range _