Subj : Rolling
To   : All
From : Angus McLeod
Date : Fri Jul 15 2005 01:51 pm

	I want to steam you open,
	want to swim your ocean.
	We would fly.
	I want to suck your motions,
	exercise devotion,
	never die.
	I'm growing you
	inside the star's eye.
	You fascinate
	the loops with open belt.
	If dreams were we,
	I'd be the sea.

	And you're some crazy fishing man.
	You're line's on fire.
	You're caught in my tide.
	Your sky's expiring.
	You're rolling,
	rolling,
	again.

	I want to let you see it,
	Want to truly free it,
	you and I.
	I want to bleed your cedar
	'til it gives me fever
	and I'm high.
	And knowing you,
	you'll ride the far side.
	You liberate
	the moon from it's own shelf.
	If dreams were we,
	I'd take the lead.

	You're down on your knees.
	The wave is rising.
	A blink is all you need.
	Now you're inside me.
	Rolling,
	rolling,
	rolling,
	rolling,
	again.

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