| Juniper Suction |
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| There’s a crawling sensation |
| An Astral vibration |
| That’s sucking me into your sight |
| I can tell by your hair |
| In the juniper chair |
| And the piraty twist of your mouth |
| I’ve constructed your frame |
| In a plasticine game |
| And your eyes are the sweets of my youth |
| But I’m naked and bare in the ice of your stare |
