I Don't Want To R.I.P.
C Chuy Amante
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take my body and free me from the anchors
attached to my meat puppet
freely I'll fly into the kaleidoscope
that awaits my free soul
the realness of expression,
creating cosmic loveliness
or melting into the hot chocolate of godliness
no flies will lite on my motion,
a rolling river purifies itself
the sun always rises
tides roll in and out
no time for repose
out of time
my guitar won't weep
no time
for sleep
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