No. 067

December 3, 2024·11 lines·1 min read

She appeared like a sparkling shimmer

As we looked into each other's eyes.

She appeared like a sparkling shimmer From the glow of the purple crystal chandelier, As if conjured from a spark of imagination. The electric charge of the slow sway, As rare as the divine psychic Flash of precognition before you Roll the dice. The undeniable, uninhibited secret hunger As we looked into each other's eyes.

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Part of a living collection since September 2024.

No. 67

11 lines · 1 min read

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