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I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply. The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.Jim Morrison
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She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.Jim Morrison
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In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck--- it rises.Jim Morrison