All that’s high

She tastes like spring
Feel the
wind moving
through her
get high
From the corner
Of her lips
Get lost within
Keep an open mind
We are all our own
And all that’s eternity
All that’s high

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Edvard Munch – “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”

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