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Ghost
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Be still Breathe quietly You will feel the owl |
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Carried on wings of silence he travels the night sky Carried on the currents I travel the distance to you |
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Owl's eyes know the sky My eyes know you Into his prey his talons he buries I bury myself in the secret places beneath your skin |
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Locked in mortal combat the owl his prey Locked under crushing roaring weight of tidal water agony on earth my heart your heart |
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Owls' beak tears at tender flesh The warm butter flavor of your skin is in my mouth Sated, owl rises swiftly into the blackI rise, in open eyed flying dream to mountain peaks the clouds beyond crimson with hurricane sunset
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Be still
Breathe You will feel my ghost
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