you imagine with stronger fins of a fish that you swim in my blood as my body goes against the current search for the words I can not say due to a prolonged paralysis language.
Breathe and sit on the golden throne where all the lights are on you and the stars and the rays and the streetlights and traffic lights and torches and flames. Crowned as I have taught and sputami coffee in my mouth so I can finally swallow the bitterness of your being and mine.
you imagine how a large oak tree with green leaves that cover the whole ocean, and ships fit in the green web and spend the night in the middle Wet waiting for their messiah and you still see it as a gentle wave of heat of that penetrates the skin and you're so orange that I need to watch you with the hideous sunglasses.
It all goes so fast and everything is so urgent because that's how you you taught me, now raised to the sky and look at the crown in a direct line into the eyes whiter than green, look at me and winks that are like a land mine, look at me.
Every time I see you falling I kneel and pray and wait for that final moment when I say the words that I can not say.
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