a midnight feast
quiet respite of inner urgings the ebb and flow of moon drawn meanings, mother earth and goddess sun whose hearth pulsate with life forged seedlings, and in this portrait of self perception the womb of lust begins its deception, to honour self and play false prophet the unreality of these inter-dimensional lives unite and fornicate birthing a cataclysmic novacaine base-line midnight, whilst delusionality solemnly denies this constant gardner her quiet respite...
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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