on the face of Hope.
Sweeping ever swimming
projections luminescent,
Less light,
More vocals,
Less talking, please...
<<<
Echo chambers, reverberations,
flowered cloth, and power
of psychedelic somber
openings
and closing,
soaked with sepia tones, xylophones,
moving in slow motion on repeat.
Her face melts as she moves
Through the Devil Softly:
Inventions with intention spells
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
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