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Out Of Range

Out Of Range

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There is room in me

Where I live absolutely alone

The heavenly throne ascends me

A vault when darkness reigns


Then the butterflies play quietly

She's lucky in the body

Emotion flutters in scents

Like purple in the middle of spring


I love that holy place

This is where the flow of feeling flows

I protect the spiritual throne with caution

From the sudden rain and storm


I go elegant into the fields of dreams

I draw birds on my chest

Letters come from the heart

I ink them into fireflies


That hidden place in me

It's out of reach

Like the blue sea depth of sparkling wine

The paths to it are impassable


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