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As the lotus flies on watery winds in murky skies I watch from below in a dry pond, roots of trees exosed like veins in arms bared to falling needles filled with DMT, running mental tracks the distance from earth to the moon with track marks that resemble various tattoos as I cry ink and speak blood cut from my soul that blackens my tongue when I speak, my heart coal black setting me ablaze in the night as my pupils dilate three times to see the moon's sensual celestial body, she makes me come like the waves leaving foam on her shores like random beaches I leave my mark on when I wade waist deep into their wetness, footprints in the dark as the sun rises from the west to shine light through amethyst tinted shades that guard every eye but my mind's, charging it gazing into the core as it is cool to the touch turning a sun child into one of the night, wanting the reign to fall upon me and never stop...
