The night was running ahead of itself...
but we're still connected
not by time
but by the spin of the moon
which reflects itself in my eyes.
This gaze revolves for you.
-M. Peña
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Light sleeper. Heavy dreamer. My prayers. An obscure head trip on acid. Love. Truth. Purges. Uncensored cleansing of my soul. Praising geniuses everywhere...
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