Jazz Man Do!
A flood spray of honey dream
our coolest frantic summer play
rose two so delicately together
pink pole goddess read my mad black moon egg
I felt it incubate behind a delirious whispered scream
Winter produced vision at your will
my feet are now shaking me about
producing a forest lather... drunk as sweat
pounding a thousand elaborate wants
blood petals drip their sweet chocolate eternity
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