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Every letter pressed is a heartbeat away from a pool of my own organs floating in a vision of your photographs,

And even if you're just a vision my soul still leaves my figure and floats beside yours through celestial milky ways and over grey dark polluted oceans that resemble the past, but we laugh until we're back stroking through the waves that are now filled with every color that radiates from our chests and I turn to the side and your face has morphed into my own, confused, I blink and it's you, and you tell me the light that's blinded us from reality fills all of the gaps and flowers from the seeds begin to grow. And for the record, I never meant for it to be this strange, as stained glass and mahogany tower over years of collectables from a commercialized dream, tears pour down the dirty walls and stagnancy remains. And I don't know where we're going but we wanted to get lost. The moon hung from a frozen sky over the supernatural earth. And no matter what pours out of mouth, nothing scares and frees me more than when our eyes meet and I crawl back to the puddle.