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