crisp apples and brown leaves. the air is more thin than spirit as the world turns and sins burn under the sun on an autumn noon. I am trying to get down. but the boogey and dance is too heavy with hell. turning with in the sands and salt of sea move life limping out of me. I am just a form undone by the performance as matter and when held into my embrace turns hearts stone into light. and with rainbows we lasso night. bringing darkness into our family abode.
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