Her eyes are opal skies her lips are the dark pigment of pomegranate jewels there is lightning in her essence and thunder in her soul creating a perfect storm opening portals where minds connect like myçellium threads discovering rhythms that beat in unison echoing of canyon walls in labyrinths of this painted desert finding an Oasis of heightened senses so seeds will sprout
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