If Your Going To, San Francisco
Thinking of Whitney Houston for some reason ?
Her beautiful voice like flowers in your hair rising....
Acappella and such a strange vibration; people in motion
Spirits, love's potion ? Nay these altars nor volcanos; sacrificial
Blades their children ghostly gods they chant; pin stripped podiums
Cauldrons a watchful brew poison ivy garments beating drums nighttide
Jungles sand dune dreams his Amazon sleeps, tonight ? Don't walk away she sings..
Gossamer wings the golden gate, and I don't want to cry anymore ? A kiss for love We, smile.
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