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1. Flickering orbs of light daintily pirouette carving deep wells of horizontal thought into the distant cave walls. Gyration by gyration birth dancing shadows emerge from the unpainted anthropological canvass of her moon waltzing heart. 2. She feeds on the blood of a holographic universe a vampiress of the verse her quill composed of hushed owl wings a squadron of angry whispers poised on the galaxy’s edge sipping deeply from inky black existence her pure mirror soul a rainbow suffused with the mystery of midnight the oscillating wavelength of her mind’s delicate intent ripe with stark blue motion reaching barehanded into even the greatest broken-glassed voids winking wryly at the waves of the Cosmic Microwave Background posting that playpen snapshot of a stumbling baby universe onto the ostentatious fridge of her cascading nightime heart.
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
Embracing The Geometry Of Two Hungry Circles Awaiting Destiny’s Ecstatic Caress
1. Flickering orbs of light daintily pirouette carving deep wells of horizontal thought into the distant cave walls. Gyration by gyration birth dancing shadows emerge from the unpainted anthropological canvass of her moon waltzing heart. 2. She feeds on the blood of a holographic universe a vampiress of the verse her quill composed of hushed owl wings a squadron of angry whispers poised on the galaxy’s edge sipping deeply from inky black existence her pure mirror soul a rainbow suffused with the mystery of midnight the oscillating wavelength of her mind’s delicate intent ripe with stark blue motion reaching barehanded into even the greatest broken-glassed voids winking wryly at the waves of the Cosmic Microwave Background posting that playpen snapshot of a stumbling baby universe onto the ostentatious fridge of her cascading nightime heart.
Spoken Word: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=334A1LXAfnk
veganmaster
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
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