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Untitled 3 |
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Thick orangeness, washed over with light |
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Images flashing chaotic and pure |
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Across fields and plains of stained glass |
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breath catches in the wet, velvet blackness |
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of the throat |
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FONT FACE="giovedi" SIZE="5" COLOR="#AA00AA" >Sound flows languidly, |
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Sound flows languidly, |
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allowing minutes between wavelengths |
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oceans of time |
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Conversation twists and makes spirals |
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in the orangey air |
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3 brilliant eyes |
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pierce the dark inside |
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time begins to move strangely |
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reality in itself is beyond comprehending |
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mind is protesting |
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body is relenting |
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