Monday, May 4, 2009

Joga

all the accidents that happen follow the dot. coincidence makes sense, only with you.
you don't have to speak, i feel emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:
state of emergency, how beautiful to be!
state of emergency, is where i want to be..
all that no-one sees, you see what's inside of me.
every nerve that hurts you heal deep inside of me. you don't have to speak - i feel
emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, confuse.
then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency.

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