I will wade out
Till my thighs are steeped
In burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
And leap into the ripe air
Alive with closed eyes
To dash against darknessthe first thing that comes to mind is angela and i singing and dancing to the blasting of "aint no mountain highhh enough, aint no valley low enough... aint no river wide enough, to
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