Kristin Schanbacher

Constantly on my mind
when you touch me it feels so good
wanting more every time
aching when your lips touch mine
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I can feel
the sweat on your skin
we melt together slowly
into oblivion
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Measuring in terms of we
you and me,
and he makes three.
Difficult obviously,
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calm
stillness of the morning
humming-
whirring
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This thing that has grown,
it is out of control
it will swallow me whole
if I can't let it go
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spaciously spinning,
spectacular grinning
religously romanticized,
your eyes
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Slip inside my state of mind. which is what? what shall i find?
Who are you and what am i?
Are we here to live or die?
Simplistic it seems, but only in your wildest dreams, will you find the answer floating on top of the breeze-
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Im taking my time
to consider this rhyme
to perfect this design
that has formed in my mind
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sip
the sweetness of the sunset
let it drip
down your throat and warm you up
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panes of glass-
shattering fast
splitting my ears,
spilling like tears
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Driving me down,
the rain starts to pound
gathering round
in pools on the ground
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acid soaked,
electric smoke
heavy air-
enough to choke
...

smoother still
another thrill
enough to fill my thoughts until
Im swept inside
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swirling-
some kind of spatial
sensation
swooning
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comfort

another cup of tea
a pleasant sort of dream
...

winter, morning
glistening sunrise
sleeping, softly
whispering soft sighs
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Something told me
I told you
yesterday
I wrote a song
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sparkling-
a simplistic
celebration
observation
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spinning around
I'm on the ground
I get back up
when I hear the sound
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floating down a stream of conscious
drifting past the old embrace
wishing it could be so easy,
knowing no one wins this race
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