Chemistry recidivist demonic thrust in your soft effervescence sliding the memory of the future, along with the forecast the past. Why let your creatures carry guns when you have me, perched on the privilege, madly replaceable. Exiled in countries without armies, anger does not represent any truce, arrogant servants recruited before threaded on their own bayonets. The look tied, the burst of desire. Give yourself the space to open a road, create truths from your desires healed. Heart you want a moment and sinks again, knowing that there is more than a dream. It appears you have not learned anything playing in the shadows, serenity on the blades. And mobile structures, sediment, discontent, concentrating the heat of storms in the fingertips. I do not know, something is happening now. The pupils are observed. Something falls apart in your strength, to resurface giant hog, poured into sigils. Battered by changes, color constancy inert. Mortifying effort, routines that erode, vibrant sources. Impatience redemption, hope your presence meaningless under the provisions, following the invisible rhythms. I will find you enjoying it, sweetness waterfall, walking outdoors barefoot. And I can not ask. In your cheeks stinging may read that nothing matters, the immediate assumption we have been others. It seems we can not see, we can not stand standing acid absorption. I find it impossible not to play your wounds, I am drunk with the branches to dance, poured out in all directions, dispersed in the cross winds, swept away by the tides, haunted by flares. I've been everything and nothing is fair. Sweet poetry.
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