Close To The Flame - February 2020

is everywhere and nowhere, not knowing nothing from nothing in deep, deep, deep devotion, truly possessed, a bull's eye groping heavy tomorrow, wheels of blue spinning fire from the tentacles, from the iridium just that it would burn cutting out like a paper star wonderfully soused pulp, the scorched smacking the excess, the horizon soft and chewy turning to goo inside the holy sleepless sorrow melting close to the flame.

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