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i want to cut the moon
into fine thin lines
of the winter's first snow
and take a hit
the dark black sky
my blotting paper
dipped in yellow sunshine
a perfect balance of the
yin and the yang
i need to keep it
on the tip of my tongue
and roll my tongue
into my mouth
like how the wave
rolls up
and vanishes
into the sea
one rush
after the other
summon the blue devils
and the wonder star
the white dove
sailing across
the sky
look how she flies
i want to dance with the devil
dance till the blue is black
and the white is red
and eat the star
and pet the dove
as she sits on my arm
crush the star
grind it fine
and cover myself in your angel dust
leaving a trail of smoke
emitting from
flesh made divine
and all that
i need to do
all that
just so that it resembles
the hot shiver
that runs down my spine
as my mouth and lips and tongue
meet my beloved's
