Southern clear stars
Roses and old Magick
an acid trip in the desert
Wholesome flowers
Twined and clung to
Hot Wet Skin
the rounded moon,
Killing time.
A loss of the self,
but it’s accompanied by a quiet gain,
With a new dream,
And a new day.
Luminous.
To be able to shed your own skin.
I do not wish to contradict you,
But somehow I feel as if
you will never really be my salvation
Sad Hearts and
Old Lies.
Now,
It’s Northern foggy skies.
Cracked concrete and city spells
A drunk night downtown,
corrupt store fronts
Infinite long and winding streets, filled with
hills and covered in sin.
Cold Clammy Skin.
the new moon, invisible to us all.
I love this life with a love filled with doom.
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