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H20

          

The yellow
of this day
tunes a celo
it's time to play
with notes , a current
form of pay
you're going under
my ultra spray .

Mess with fire
and you will learn
a funeral pyre's
where you'll burn
the smoke goes high up  
where moon's do turn
to shamanistic choirs
whos vocals curl .

Congregations
with all the wrong vibratrions
where morning stars
lose their cover halo's
if this is what you are
I'd stay away
and lay low
as the jug or the jar
may pour  
some lunar H20 .



Written by diddi (StephenPaul Summerscales)
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