seraphim climbing (soaring) around
my head
clambor(ing)
through
my brain
ringing bells
and
bouncing off ceilings
like
walls of a cathedral...
your
voice echoes
through my toes. i
can
feel it
in concrete vibrations,
in age old granite (magic sparkles)
inside veins
beneath
my feet,
and
i miss you.
i still think about lights, in this image (i have)
of
you...
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