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You've gone off the deep end, beautiful.
The deep end is beautiful.
Sinking canyon, a drop down with a heightened pounding in the solar plexus,
feel your core slip out of you the way your swollen dreams have,
gushing out of your fingertips and eyes, gushing in the smoke that curls away with your breath,
gushing and going and slipping like the ecstasy trickled on the back of your throat.
Eyes see anatomy. Eyes see a mirror but nothing constructed like a face.
Eyes see fingers but what's important is that the blood cells inside are hot pink,
that the veins have taken on an electric blue, that the stars have been encompassed and replaced the white blood cells (and hope that soon they'll surface to the skin)
and that the music keeps playing, comfortably cracking the scull cap and sweeping along the void,
it pushes out at the soul, the entire inner lining of your limbs. Skin is flushed,
dreams have started engulfing everything around us, watch how they flood the room!
See how the colors distort, do you remember how beautiful?
Some things to remember: Remember countries breathing,
remember sky colors, remember firefly rhinestones gleaming like nightlight while we were on our hands and knees in the dark,
candlelit crawl outside where leaning back permitted access to the moon, remember fevered walks through grass and hot parking lots, remeber black asphalt, remember the stars so easy to manipulate and rearrange, remember touching and sunrise - remember afterglow and our first encounter with Euphoria - she sat with us in the bathroom as a screen was removed from our eyes,
and I think we hallucinated perfection.
not much time. Soon.
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