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Brandon Boyd

Picture this: A falling star that holds a kite string The two of us are holding fast Where will the fall leave us? (You were a prisoner) And so

After fire comes the rain The rain washes away the blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again Near the pyres the women weep the tear

The boulevard is bustling A vast and wrinkled muscling To pull over my eyes and I know I don't belong These is a noise inside of me That pulses asymmetrically

A mirror of venus that you are but i have never seen your face a mariner carried by a star with no regard for time or place Ahhhh hhhhhaa x2 Architectural

Last night I think I lived a thousand years I caught wind of the soft song of passing winds I swam past the seas and met a school of fish ?Enjoy class