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A Beautiful Smoke
The GateWay / / / A Smokey threshold.
We are emitting tea and ice.
We are emitting games and mice.
Making a slice. In the white night.
M train
One ticket to The meta verse.
One TTTM
We'll need your S and M.
Your Secret of the Multiverse.
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Secrets.
When a secret is an angle of advance. When the sinews and their squeeze is a question of access. If the moment is passing, and holds everything.
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This is when you know.
Secrets are worth living.
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Living is all. The. Things. All. Of. Them. Compelling, motion sick, grey day popsicle lick. Toe nail, instant rebate, fried fish and customer appreciation. It's sit on this, and lay back as the sky rolls ribbons of smoke, castles and rope. As the earth holds me, my body, my soul.
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A secret
is
the way you make me feel. Before words are yet born. Before company can have me, before the sincerity is torn.
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It's a pillar, a table. I am your feast. I am your delight. That
is my
secret
flower wish.
SheShifted
Sweet simmering simplicity. The night, long and warm. She shifted in her divan, letting hair with the air of her fingers light and lifting. She'd have had visits, but for the distance between her uterus and her brain.
It was one of those trials by amenity. That could dumbfound and be considered hardly a way. The situation called for it. Called for living threads to awaken. to make a thing from this mystery.
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Tells/threshHoles/Holds.
An old house on the hill, with a thatched roof. Somebody's on the roof. And they are coming down to meet me.
When she faced the ogre of her story. It was more like an infinite pool. A thing she could slip into. A moment she would have to thrash and fight, use breath and force to make herself awake, alive. It was the calm meeting the storm.
And in a split second, the venom, of a hurled curse, made grip and cause a thing she would meet again and again. Tragedy was on the edge of every muscle.