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Currents
The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents.
And I watch as your face is framed in its slow currents.
Drifting curls, a trailing path.
A long drag becomes a tress of blue and ash.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn,
Burn as brightly as we can.
And if it's gotta end then let it end in flames.
Let it burn all the way down.
The air is visceral around us,
Turning in it's simple steps on slow currents.
And I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion.
A long drag becomes a slow dance,
And a halo of embers.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn,
Burn as brightly as we can.
And if it's gotta end then let it end in flames.
Let it burn all the way down.
All the way down
And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began;
So hot with love, we burned our hands.
If this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began;
So hot with love, it burns our hands.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn.
Burn as brightly as we can.
If its gotta end then let it end in flames.
Let it burn, let it burn.
If it's gotta end, let it burn.
If it's gotta end, let it burn.
It ends where it begins.
So hot with love it burns our hands.
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So hot with love it burns our hands.
It ends where it begins.
If it's gotta end, let it burn.
If it's gotta end, let it burn.
Let it burn, let it burn.
If its gotta end then let it end in flames.
Burn as brightly as we can.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn.
So hot with love, it burns our hands.
If this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began;
So hot with love, we burned our hands.
And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began;
All the way down
Let it burn all the way down.
And if it's gotta end then let it end in flames.
Burn as brightly as we can.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn,
And a halo of embers.
A long drag becomes a slow dance,
And I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion.
Turning in it's simple steps on slow currents.
The air is visceral around us,
Let it burn all the way down.
And if it's gotta end then let it end in flames.
Burn as brightly as we can.
If it is born in flames then we should let it burn,
A long drag becomes a tress of blue and ash.
Drifting curls, a trailing path.
And I watch as your face is framed in its slow currents.
The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents.
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| furrents |
| fCurrents |
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| xCurrents |
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| vurrents |
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| durrents |
| dCurrents |
| Cdurrents |
| Cuurrents |
| Crrents |
| Crurents |
| Chrrents |
| Churrents |
| Cuhrrents |
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| Ckurrents |
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| Cirrents |
| Ciurrents |
| Cuirrents |
| C8rrents |
| C8urrents |
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| Cyrrents |
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| Cuyrrents |
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| Curents |
| Currents |
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| Cufrents |
| Cufrrents |
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| Cuerents |
| Cuerrents |
| Curerents |
| Curernts |
| Curdents |
| Currdents |
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| Cur4ents |
| Curr4ents |
| Curgents |
| Currgents |
| Curtents |
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