I am waiting for you sweetheart, 

take me to the other side of essential woods and perennial dessert. 

Blood, intution slothing, from this gentrified industry…

Take me to the cast away waves, 

my lungs full of adament surf. 

Last night when I masterbated in my sleep, I felt the sensation of a last puff of oxygen. 

People’s cry, diluted assurance…honey I would have never loved you without these shortcomings, 

See, I am seeing the stars with my eyes open and it has all the mechanism of a ensorcelled dream. 

I sigh. 

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