The power of the living
I want to drink a tincture
smooth on a salve, a balm
form a concoction
I want to seduce
to call upon my senses
on a whim or a well studied endeavor
I intend to end any tantrum that tempts me
Invoking instrospective peace
calm in the eye of a storm
thats where you'll find me
shaking and banging the smiles of excitement
rapturous sunshine
clear bellowing breaths full
these are my exaltations
this is what will stir my blood
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