0 Replies to “For as we live, we hide the place we found”

  1. Yeah, I think you’re definitely back. There’s no doubt about that, especially when reading these lines:
    “And I felt your mouth measure my climb
    Into the breast of a cloud, oxygen deprived, no cry is heard
    But the cymbals of holding back are loosed
    Falling a great weight, your fingers entwined into my roots

    I waited beyond my lifetime for someone like you
    To open my need, pull me into you, set me free
    For as we live, we hide the place we found
    Ourselves that first time the sky splitting wide
    Beneath the tree with fingers inside, stroking to climax
    That unbearable feeling of being alive”

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