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Orbs In The Blood

As we sit at this cafe. The shadows contorting objects in a warped sense of comedy. I sip back on a particularly satisfying mocha. Take it all in. Listening to the crickets get frantic in a nearby creek. One of them must have played in the forbidden key. Apparently. Then reverb, crescendo, reverb, escalation. Mass hysteria! Lol. As I laugh, when my soul is raw. --------- I realize you are the ghost that scours my veins. The one that has shared everything with me. Play by play. Me and my Guardian Angel love you my Lord.

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