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Jun 2018
the heavy bass guitar drowns
and as smoke escapes lungs and lips
the earth tilts too far
and dances as well
anything could happen in the in between
waves crash onto the shores
of land surrounded by land
and the sky reaches through the earth
to rip out her core
as her blood spurts
she combusts
and we become stardust
the chemicals god breathes in
and exhales to create a new existence
and as she lays down to slumber
the explosive stars cry
into the void
but when the gut wrenching screams reach us
it only hits the vibrations of twinkles through our ears
the oxygen is transferred through freshly cut grass
and the hot chocolate on a dark damp cold rainy day
the galaxy is restored
the imbalanced balance scale cracks down the middle
the songs that waver in the hollow caves and bottles
dance, naked, in perfect form
the only thing the new borns can listen to is serenity
no more tears she whispers
and they listen
the fluidity of sexuality
flows like a rivers
and once again,
the question of who we are and what we love
a flicker in her eyes are enough to reveal to us
a different coding
perhaps it is time to kiss her farewell
and un-intertwine our fingers, bodies, and souls
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an imagined psychedelic dream
stream of consciousness
Written by
Jenny
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     Geanna and Sarah Mann
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