Hot Stone
Run from scorch, hide from the sun
I have to go and visit a tree
I have to go and visit a tree
sun sand and sea. blacklight and sandalwood. smokescreened room. choclit and peppermint tea. love scene in the hot shower. lithium carbonate on the horizon. fishtail turn. bus stories. love affairs in a blade of grass. love affairs in blades of tongues. trains of thought. ramblings, quiet rumbles. silence. the gate to the doorway of my mind. a portal.
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