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She rests on broken silence Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire The servile on request opt neath her nestled fleet ground to dust and chaff Light bends its mind to the hum of soul Turns eye in on claim of self Strips guile from oceans of red ripples Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
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She rests on broken silence Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire The servile on request opt neath her nestled fleet ground to dust and chaff Light bends its mind to the hum of soul Turns eye in on claim of self Strips guile from oceans of red ripples Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body
#epch#shift#consciousness#lightbody#scribe#muse#alignment
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
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