Orange flesh, fruit
savoured, caramel silk, a kiss open to moon's milk. Orange caramel
moon, and I ripe underneath. Waking to a unicorn's horn pointing
north east.
Fly above the takers,
the shouters, the touchers, the hate. Spread wings joyously, filling
with richness, arching with fate.
Let him wear his
splendid suit and I shall put on my silver shoes, and together we
shall dance, into and into the beautiful, beautiful blue.
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