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mornin has found me vibratinat a frequency beyond fleshthe dream’s cliff still present in my cellsmy body pulsin with its beautythe euphoria moves like a livin thinggatherin power beneath my skinfloodin thru my chesttil I’m channelin somethin divinemy fingertips...

Touching the dark I move closer to you,wicked indulgence, my crave for you,a lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul where you look deeply,and realize the demoness I am,provoking...

Even though this days been shitthe night brings quiet comfort to a very strained and tired mindIn the hush, I will find myself again.So will you.Sweet Dreams.🙏