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(Time Is) Honey
03:45
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the clock ticks don’t always sync
with the pulse of my heartbeat
phone was on my chest
when i got your text
made me think for a sec
the vibration was coming from the inside
you’ve got me holding on to seconds
somehow you make them last long
long enough, so i can get caught up
with your multidimensions
the color of your eyes is yet unnamed
the touch of your skin is wet untamed
time is honey when it drips from your lips
sweetening my fingertips
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Ink
03:21
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there's nothing wrong with our eyes if we just don't blink
we might be fascinated by the shade of pink
and you stand there, and you stand there
more immortal than you think
in flesh and blood and skin and hair and ink
from the middle of it up on to the brink
our boldness rise, our fears all sink
and you stand there, and you stand there
less fleeting than you think
in flesh and blood and skin and hair and ink
as the water in waves and the ones we drink
we shake and flow, we move in sync
and you stand there, and you stand there
more constant than you think
in flesh and blood and skin and hair and ink
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3. |
Feels So
01:21
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oh, it feels so good
another reason you should
though you felt so cold
it won’t be like you’ve know
got a reason to show
it will feel so good
always feels so good
oh, it feels so
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4. |
Kiss My Mind
04:39
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through the air you see the rain
through the rain i see the clouds
peaceful as i breathe in
feels good as you breathe out
like the smoke through your lungs
like you, girl, through my mind
like the peace in my songs
and the fire in your eyes
i wanna see the right colors
the right light
the right cloud before sunbright
i wanna smell
the right scent in the rain
the right cinnamon and clove smoke
on some day in vain
taste the french toasts
your lips of drenched boasts
and the good day that just floats
the sky sets comfort outside
like there's nothing left to hide
you can just let me inside
lick my chest and kiss my mind
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Leo Floris São Gonçalo, Brazil
Leo Floris is a Brazilian artist who explores homemade experimentations, searching for the aesthetics that form his work. A somewhat idealistic search for something intimate and sincere, which doesn’t want to be too shaken by the fluctuations of the world outside. ... more
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