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The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Jim Morrison

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then – whoosh, and I’m gone… and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me – ever.
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Everyone Fiery Gone Huge Look Look Gasp Shooting Star Stop
The time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
JIM MORRISON

Become Funeral Hesitate Love Mire Our Time Trying
When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
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Experience Intensely Involve Mystical Sense Sex
That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
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Being Famous Friend Love Person True Yourself
All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
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Beautiful Challenge Dance Fire Poem Ring Wolve
We don’t plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we’ll play.
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Hardly Plan Play Set Theatric
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?
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Exist Forgotten Key Process Progress Star Warm
Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
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Cynical Emotion Feeling Hatred Underestimate
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.
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Chaos Disorder Especially Interested Meaning Revolt
Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.
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Bullshit Everything Giving Go Letting People Person Primitive Up Willing
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
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Bleeding Children Crowd Eggshell Fragile Highway Indian Mind Scattered
Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
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Anything Door Listen Open Poetry Possibility Real Suit Tick Walk You
To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image
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Keep Locked Love Pretending Pretense True
People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
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Death Hurt Life More Pain People Point Strange
Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal
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Interest Nobody Normal Stay
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
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Eye Hand Keep Road Wheel

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