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She thought I wasn’t paying attention, but I read her poetry very well, and wrote the best story her heart had ever published, but she didn’t think so, she thought I couldn’t read, and then I had to explain, I touched your skin when I gave you goosebumps because I’m blind to failure but I understand braille very well, see I read love in six different languages like rosetta stone, and much like the same, your heart was stone, chipped up into smaller rocks that fell as pebbles from your eye sockets, so you were literally crumbling from the inside, but I like rocks, cause they tell stories of past times, in mountains, we find fossils of deceased dinosaurs from the Jurassic era, in your rocks, I find all the mistakes and study them so I can love you better, I find microscopic bacteria that forever got immortalized into your system, and as your doctor, it’s my job to cure the virus, I am your biologist, you are my chemistry project, I dissect you to resurrect you, cause even Jesus dealt with a stone, difference is He kicked it out from in front of his tomb, you allowed yours to breed in your womb, so let me remove all that and clear out your system, put life into you once again, let the blood flow and touch every organ, every crevice, every cell, every vein, have that stone cardiac dissipate due to erosion, allow me to get you adjusted to a new motion, one that will result in life that cries and is blind upon birth, and when they touch the braille with the first contact with your skin, they’ll read, you chose the right man to me daddy and to be your man, see I told you, I read the goosebumps on you with my hands the first time I touched you, and i told you that’s gonna be our best way of communication cause one day, tubes will be down my throat to take away my speech, my ears will be gone and I can no longer hear the inspiration that allows me to breathe, my won’t rise and I can no longer search your insides for lost treasures of love buried deep inside of you, and finally, my sight calls it at night, and when I can’t see what makes my heartbeat, I can follow the bumps up your five foot seven streets, make a left at your chest, hit center ave and read the message, you can never lose what you always have, and that’s the center of your universe, and even when they roll me away in a hearse, just remember when you thought I wasn’t paying attention, I read your poetry very well
