sometimes the sky is so pink i need to eat it…..
what is this?
this pink silk curtain
i want to pull it down!
i will spread it over me
a sheet of sweet
i am crawling into the brilliant lit
the space that strokes me, the secret nothing
ambushing
my skin
sitting in my throat
licking its way out of me
colouring the sky, ambushing my skin, stroking…..
i
AM GOD
accomplishing impossible dreams
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
Another wonderful verse and drawing…wishing you a wonderful weekend.
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I am looking at the pink dawn right now 🙂 I will take your wishes and let them coat me with wellbeing! wishing you a wonderful weekend too
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I have love for this… and for the pink edible sky and the little secret nothing that makes up our days. You probably are God, Poet. I’m so okay with that.
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Me and John 🙂 your words are sky, storyteller I eat them too
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Lovely imagery.
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thankyou xx
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