to Jim Morrison
Between Hell and Paradise
Your soul is rushing about
Poet*s soul is looking for Love
But there is no love anywhere.
Your flying in the darkness
Your roaring in the night
Instead of harmony and songs.
Why,Jim?
Jim-Jim,Why?
Kiss me,Jim,
Your wild love wounds me so greatly,dear
But you chose death,poor
Good bye,poet
You are true poet,believe me.
Oh,Jim,stay out of trouble.
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