guitar music

THAT MAKES TWO OF US

baby/space.

the result of what i thought.

A triumphant human-being Alone in the sky Awaits nothing Has no time Deeply rooted To the centre of rare-perception And the core of the Earth His pulse is magnetic No Suffering, No Source, No Cessation, No Path He’s barely a child Lacking a reason To stay or go

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