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what if the worlds/were a series of steps/what if the steps/joined back at the margin

The Sky Burst From Violet Clouds

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Nymphos naked nesting near

hear their harp voices

formed through dreams and depths desired

they feed on fruit and light.

Moon guides their many travels through time, a bared pendulum

swinging back and forth, breathe in every moments past, sting my thought.

Fear the weak of heart and find the kings on thrones of thorns

who rule without laws of men

Tweak their feathers, watch them fly

whisper to me in the night and give me my twilight.

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Author: gzeu

intellectual queer femme who lives to maximize the experience of the beautiful assault that is our world. bohemian queen and hip hop scholar. I always tell the truth, even when I lie.

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