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my whore  I adore

my melancholy baby

My Esmeralda

 strip  18.012.

 

I Love you like this

 

Stripped to bare soul resplendent

 

Absurd truth and  prose

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roar of my machine

Love crucified

Free fire

Mercury-tipped bullets

Roar of my machines

and methadone

Looks that kill

I got the madness

I got the method

I got the means

2  worlds

I am somewhere betwixt

bleeding

the light

has gone

so, I’ll set a fire

with

A ghost I’ll dance

into the flames

into the void

 

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your photo

favoured song plays

butterfly that follows me

landing on me

few brilliantly

lovely

moments

curtain

Betwixt

worlds

fades

your

heat

scent

Fill me

hitting

like China White

Shot in me neck

Floating  on a cloud and a fix lying though

planes of perception

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I never knew anyone else could speak my language till I met you

 

Oh, the sublime narcotic that is love

The conceit 

finding

me self

losing

me self 

in  you

As you’re

Walking out the door

Just like 1,000 others before

Thanks for the illusion

I’ll tuck into me  ruck

I’ll save it

cold rainy winter night

Open it and let the illusion

Warm us

And keep

Searching

For

A thing I cannot name

Visions of Mary Magdalene, 

 

Mata Hari  &

Cleopatra

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aspect of her gaze

of her walk

The way she feels in my arms

A

Million unquantified things

 

Intangible

But

Exiting a plane at 35,000 ft

new lover

New planes of existence

 

Waking 5,900  miles from Chelsea

Next to someone10,00 ,miles front  “home”

Unknown is always magic

 

 

je ne sais quoi

on long legs

 

Sorcessoress 

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I never knew anyone else could speak my language till I met you

 

Oh, the sublime narcotic that is love

The conceit 

finding

me self

losing

me self 

in  you

As you’re

Walking out the door

Just like 1,000 others before

Thanks for the illusion

I’ll tuck into me  ruck

I’ll save it

cold rainy winter night

Open it and let the illusion

Warm us

And keep

Searching

For

A thing I cannot name

Visions of Mary Magdalene, 

 

Mata Hari  &

Cleopatra 

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down the rabbit hole

take my hand I know the way

unknown pleasures wait

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sacrament 

BEGINS!

mixing sacred powders

lighting candles

seeking the divine

seeking enlightenment

seeking revelation

the only way

I know

injecting

magic

knowledge

absolution

the holy sacrament

 

psychomancy

psychomancy. a form of communication between souls or  with the spirit world 2) when the line between worlds fades

 

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I can still taste you

 

Your scent, feel and warmth still

 

 

memories of us