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“Oceans Above Venus” by AR Combs There are oceans— a thousand crystal oceans— above Venus and her moons, swimming in constellations, an endless orange stream of stars and angels, falling like rain, dripping like prayer, soaking our old home. So dance with me—close— upon our red rooftop. Let’s breathe the slow breeze, as moonlight unites the oceans in the sky and washes over the Brazilian seashore; for it heals the soul of the green earth. All the old sycamores, the owls, the hawks, even the snakes— they run now, chasing their existence. So hold on— onto my words like your wedding ring. Let me hold you close. For in the quiet, broken night, I can feel your heartbeat, your emotions running like rivers. Let me hear the rhythm of your desires, the pulse of your dreams, the flame of your waiting ambition. Let this— let this moment separate you from fear, as I listen to the drums of your heart— here. Take my hand. Let my voice unlock creation, echo in the languages of your dreams and desires— for how I do love you. Now see— the moonlight rules the stars, painting grace into the silence. And just so, in that power, like a crowned king, I listen. And I will open— I will unlock the waves of your dreams.
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
Oceans Above Venus
“Oceans Above Venus” by AR Combs There are oceans— a thousand crystal oceans— above Venus and her moons, swimming in constellations, an endless orange stream of stars and angels, falling like rain, dripping like prayer, soaking our old home. So dance with me—close— upon our red rooftop. Let’s breathe the slow breeze, as moonlight unites the oceans in the sky and washes over the Brazilian seashore; for it heals the soul of the green earth. All the old sycamores, the owls, the hawks, even the snakes— they run now, chasing their existence. So hold on— onto my words like your wedding ring. Let me hold you close. For in the quiet, broken night, I can feel your heartbeat, your emotions running like rivers. Let me hear the rhythm of your desires, the pulse of your dreams, the flame of your waiting ambition. Let this— let this moment separate you from fear, as I listen to the drums of your heart— here. Take my hand. Let my voice unlock creation, echo in the languages of your dreams and desires— for how I do love you. Now see— the moonlight rules the stars, painting grace into the silence. And just so, in that power, like a crowned king, I listen. And I will open— I will unlock the waves of your dreams.
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
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