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Description
the sudden smile in expression
the truest form, beautiful mesh of cosmic threads and
tumultuos love afairs with the white fender angel
Barefoot, supposed to be asleep, I can feel your laughter
looking at me and amused at my obsession
with just a man.
But this man was fire- the gypsy creation--nebula birthed to commune to us the secrets of nature. instinctual
forces My heart jumps and soars in your solos.
    Complete and One with the seeds of dandelions from
     the Otherworld, underneath the waves with the red Moon
woman.  Naked beside you.
     But I feel as though you couldn't ever find satisfaction in
humans. No.
     It was the cliffs of chords, riffs the notes dangling from some exotic beautiful creature's talon.  Bending minds The liquid melts and flows over me, suffocating my tears and I dream of hearing the lispy deep voice tell me more about the electric land.  The amoeba at UFO, dimensions and layers later, we're all still the same.
The waves crash and the fire within each of us burns.  Translate the wild child and make love to the music.
Picture seeing you the lights harsh but blue fog from the audience distorts the projection.
I love you most.

Description
the sudden smile in expression
the truest form, beautiful mesh of cosmic threads and
tumultuos love afairs with the white fender angel
Barefoot, supposed to be asleep, I can feel your laughter
looking at me and amused at my obsession
with just a man.
But this man was fire- the gypsy creation--nebula birthed to commune to us the secrets of nature. instinctual
forces My heart jumps and soars in your solos.
    Complete and One with the seeds of dandelions from
     the Otherworld, underneath the waves with the red Moon
woman.  Naked beside you.
     But I feel as though you couldn't ever find satisfaction in
humans. No.
     It was the cliffs of chords, riffs the notes dangling from some exotic beautiful creature's talon.  Bending minds The liquid melts and flows over me, suffocating my tears and I dream of hearing the lispy deep voice tell me more about the electric land.  The amoeba at UFO, dimensions and layers later, we're all still the same.
The waves crash and the fire within each of us burns.  Translate the wild child and make love to the music.
Picture seeing you the lights harsh but blue fog from the audience distorts the projection.
I love you most.