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The Whirlpool
　
Each day I pant amidst the swell
as I prepare for my living Hell
inside I dwell in a corpse like abode
shadows block the vortex inside
with four walls that blind in the circumference space in my mind
lucid dreams and hay are on display
yet still love does exist if even a mist
　
In the whirlpool my love has generated in the crazy hemoglobin of my struggle
The happiness that I now carry in my breasts you don't know what a violet and blue sky
It is going to give birth to along with sounds of high and low tides in response to the passionate moon
I am just crystallizing my golden resolutions and visualising in wonder
What a typhoon it would be
Never there have been such a pink hour to taste what life means and never there will be
some desire sex as in a taste
others ponder to live by faith
we each must choose the way that is best for us
all of life is a carnival circus
we shall escape to reach a higher plain
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
let me be the first to explain
seek self to please stop spreading its disease
like a thief we can be set free cause all of life is a mystery
