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allow the fullness of the night invade
no rest
no rest
only deep
ever quickening, ever descending
thus began zarathustra's downgoing
the darkly deep of forest, ocean, you
bring_me_the_sunset_in_a_cup
and I will hold it to your lips, and allow its splashing laughing substance to trickle down your chin, as it burns my hands
because I like that..
the wax..dripping between my fingers
your touch filled my waking thoughts last night, where there were no dreams
God said let there be light
and there was light
and it was good
the wax...
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