Jun 2014
I bowed down
to the neon-goddess
& looking up,
I spied her delicious flower,
felt her power
come down
******* me
& I knew she was real,
by the flavor of her soul.
to the neon-goddess
& looking up,
I spied her delicious flower,
felt her power
come down
******* me
& I knew she was real,
by the flavor of her soul.
(GRB090423)
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