The pendant style is back. Just a few swings and you're diving head-first into My trance.

your mind is a blank piece of paper on a flat table, and your thoughts are tiny grains of sand. I blow them away with My pink, soft, shiny lips and have My own blank sheet upon which to write.

I own your obsession. I will take you through a co-created conceptual trip through your emotions and your desires, and I will concentrate My work into a dense ball of light.

This is your anchor. I need no words. I have your heart.

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