I smoke myself into a haze in the afternoon
Enveloped heart, and the air is cool
Put on your dress, white Goddess
And Settle in as the weather folds
In the slow haze of the afternoon
Swaying hips, made like a gun
Blackest sails, the most beautiful
Star….
In the world, in the air, on my tongue
Before my eyes, beyond the stars, beneath [...]
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