....she drowned me in her nightmare, an a astronaut that shaped the moon like death without his robe.... Not even an emotion like the scythe....
The scenery was black and grey, and the clouds, dark and with a shadow of a purple glowing blurr behind it...
everyone's eyes were shaped like the darkness of the moon....
The shadows didn't speak, but the movement was always..... The undead become like the only concrete to cover a street without leaving bone....

I viewed the skies with unknown ufos and stars blinking in the sky....

It rained all night, as her presence would make her way thru the smoke coming out the roor....

The bong water now reflected her too....

The lights dimmed and the purple began to be seen....

The bulb was not ordinary and behind it the darkness glowed....

Her eyes looked like serpents coming from the sky, her lips felt like comets hitting the ground like her life.....

I seen a complete heart with a lost mind, confused but not blind by site , her words and trust are sharp like thorns that keep her soul light like the heavenly her presence is,
Mary Jane ain't what got me on this level she just might be her twin, I'm on a height while her eyes blink like stars at night........









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