Succulent

The soul rises the soul descends
Into flesh with divine prospects
As above so below isn’t that so
Tell me now don’t you know
The deep water bliss is here
Pictures in a dream we obey
The rich slow pleasures of
Your succulent floral body
Above and below isn’t that so

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memory documentation and manipulation
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