I brought Azurite to powder. Old Egyptian stone-eyed cats behind the glass. breathed in blue bliss
we had a conflict of energy interest; I wouldn't open my fist to show my stone. It was not meant to be provocative.
I wrapped everything in plastic so it couldn't be felt and it couldn't be seen. For protection. And flew up far knowing they were of the earth and headed down.
At the highest of highs where the angels raise- she asked me, do you know how far you've flown? Unraveling my stones she disapproved. Dont you know plastic kills humans? This is why we use black velvet.
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