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Dec 2014
Vibrations reverberating from my front door to my mid-core,
your pupils focus and lock me down
in your heavenly pond,
shining, glistening.
Your iris like quicksand,
a non-fatal variety.
Leave the world and lead me,
to the underworld where we shall behold eachother,
none others.
Electricity shoots through my femurs to my toes, back out and down my crown.
I'm at peace,
locked tight in your gaze.
Never release me.
To speak of such a thing,
nonsensical,
so silly..
"Clutch My Soul" series. Leopard collaborations. Past is past is past.
Lunar Luvnotes
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Lunar Luvnotes  Hell, California
(Hell, California)   
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