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The Sheeps Head as painted by The White House

Adoring the curve, lightly expanding, round, through, too, through, and beyond. Standing still I’m brought to my knees, Falling deeper into that feeling of want Adoring that note, its rhyme and its rhythm, toned, overtoned and throned. Its never that, its always this. Falling deeper into this feeling of want Adoring the wave, all stiff withContinue reading “The Sheeps Head as painted by The White House”