There’s masterbation and then there’s raping fantasy in everyone’s absence. 

Rainy nights with trembling hands…first one is beautiful. 

There’s white seagulls in every desolated flow, 

bring that…bring that masterpiece of yourself. 

But second one is a cold bonfire, don’t give this slaying thoughts any freedom, 

don’t stink your sweet purple imaginations…

They will ruin you…don’t let them. 

Keep some life left for your every escaped liquid astronauts…

It’s not all mechanical.

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