the island
come... — catch out my poetry's nipples
with the island lips of yours
‧
suck out of it... the rain of my emotions
announced in the forecast of love
‧
any dose will transfer in you the energy
from the nest of my stars
‧
the molecular activity of my atmosphere
is gonna erect your hemisphere
‧
our happiness from the present of now
will immortalize any picture falling down
‧
the vapors of our passion will sign
with pseudo name, — [end of the world]
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