Tall and straight as I breathed
Noticing the voice of the hungry ghost
As it clamered around in my skull cavity
Claiming to be bereft of love
It wanted more more more
As my imagination painted pictures of all sorts of Bachanalia
Consciously avoiding the slouch as I heard the soft breath of my lover in her bed
Calm began to enter my body were sleep had left.
And for a moment there was nothing.
Live love
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