Golden

Queen contact setting her sights on the flint of montage family fun super women changing the world with words and a tantrum.

Queen lost crossing the ledge of worthiness unbridled falling free catching trees

Levitate a swoosh pushing outside the birth canal forced to swim in private galaxy

Queen emerging to step up and call out searing all ghosts upside down tickling the impulses gushing from unknown directions.

Bury your burden on my breast of cushion fixing comfort to the bones

Queen tall

Queen soul

Queen all

Golden

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