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What layer do the clouds stop to form?
I want bathe my eyes above tropospheric gates in search of the innocence I found in the walls of my mother's uterus

Build the one million fahrenheit furnace that is to smith happiness in my moment of absolution 
Im still an isolated bird trying to glide in these african winds,with a fractured wing

And that's when I found it
Hope covered in layers of tissue and with just the right amount of melanin she absorbed the heatwave of my heart

We'll be going out on our first date soon
Hope to find a location below the jordan river
I want baptise my stomach below this beautiful army of molecules

Just to see if the butterflies still float
She is the last tea spoon of what is the left of the woman that turned to salt
Promise not to look back on the marathon ran by my past lovers

Nor the bridges I burnt to my previous cities
Sodom and gomorrah must be forgotten.

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