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Aug 2015
napping in between a planet and the void
never strikes us as uncanny, but rather; glances
off the blind spot of our soul's eye
merely a shimmer of awe
in a doldrum.

a pinch of ghost in the holy mess.

the wide hips
of the moon
in a box.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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