Moebius Richard

In this place loops in on itself following things
following things;Pictures spring surpises on themselves;seashell shelves bring selves pearl abalone;see how she shone,her eyes morning fills with surprise, with see the sea is still restless with moaning waves of yearning, ever reaching never meeting the mysterious mourning skies;she is everything moving everything like celestial bodies dancing merry meridian evenings shiver silver cloisters of wanton pagan musical tribes trip tiptoe constellations raining dreams of lost desire upon the restless, singing tides;pictures spring following in this place loops in on itself following things, following things~



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Written on 2016-10-12 at 01:04

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