Boundless black folds are petals
The sense in space of blossoming
May yield, may feel ductile tentacles
Grab and draw to mouth
Wherein everything is heartbeat
Deep black
Liquid waiting
Such heaviness
Manta
Intoxicating onyx nectar draws a quivering action impulse
Instantaneous across swaths of black folds are petals blossoming
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