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The Dime
wilowisp
In the throes of a single song now, fast and deep into it, moving seven bodies at once and trying to hold back just weeping from the need to celebrate corporeal expression. There is nothing greater than the things that inspire you, not as a simple and elegant muse, but as a sudden firestorm and bliss to promise. These walls are bare compared to the colors of my limbs, spiral, now. Push push burn writhe pray and hysteria.

The gates of Heaven are never far. Make me radiate in velvet light.

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