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Heaven's Kiss Lives Near

Just another weed in the crack of a parched lifeless piece of the rock. http://youtu.be/6mRcA1ybO9U






Lay your hands still
Unclench your fingers
Let them rest turned upwards.
Now suppose all dangers real.

With your eyes closed
Hide your mind's fears
Let no danger lurk there.
You are clearing the road.
Motion wide with your arms
Securing a kiss by you
On your fingertips which holds
Every grace you want and give.
Let it go now, send it out
Knowing others do the same
Building roads risen without
Any apparent support or reign.
When you are feeling no one
Is there or cares or comes
We are here by the multitudes
With extended arms and hugs.

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