crack cocaine

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…the forefinger of the thoughts
slipping on an explosive story,
are swallowing fire and smoke,
as if they're some crack cocaine
with the touch of a kiss and a hug
mastered by a sublime smile,
your eyes got considerably glued,
so you don't get hurt by loving me
thrilling, in a Republic of Romance,
born in a temperamental habitat,
uttering in a Latinate elation dialect
I am… in the corner of your mouth
with symptoms of the feeling faint,
dreams fall in love by nouns' heads,
⟮mine and yours⟯, visions in visions,
overlapped, while spit out the fear
so the idea got constructed itself,
while the music reflected our passion
as the forefinger of some thoughts
that swallowed both fire and smoke…


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