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I wish, I was a catfish. Swimming in the
hieroglyphics of a kiss. But A whirlwind
romance wrapped up inside of a thimble
insists I exist somewhere between a pirate
and peter. Pan This, thunderstorm land
scape. electric illusion dances with two left
feet, in a lucid state. Whole heartedly
missed locked glances embraced lips.lost
on make believe streets not caring to
escape. From mental to text and
sentimental to sex magic manifested
moans to squealing in pain to healing.
From here I am lost in words to there
where the words are lost in the moment.
Simple deep blue sea memories coming
full circle or complete bubble
Trapped in a dimples caress. But don't
touch me don't make believe and don't
hold your breath
