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Divine - but why flow with me, while the clock ticks,
never stopping to pay tribute

Quench - but why flow with me, when the thirst of you
can stop here, never looking for retribut-
ion; chemistry knows but I and you:
the sound a magnetic vybe, the sound of God, the sight...

The thoughts - but why flow with me whilst wars and nuclear
heads abounded in cerulean shadows
face the clock as if its an unknown entity,
just soberly a mark
on the silhoette of your mask, your mask
waiting to be pealed like known banannas - Why?

How come I wanna know
the story of Rachel True? Why
do I have unknown fat lingering on my thighs that you
want to caress without ever having seen?

Because....

Because what?

Don't mean to demean you, but 2005 is christened
the year of unanswered
questions. Dare you knows
the gleam in my eyes? Let alone
the wrinkles on my unseen unmentionables...

Dare you try to know me
and the scriptures of meaningless babble?

Preach to me. Preach to me.......
 

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