Such a brief squeeze
Where energy belonged in no equation and air had to penetrate
I was hostage to breathlessness
Stockholm Syndrome was apparent.
Lights of all kinds and energy of sorts in buckets and buckets and
Spilled blood!
AH.
ALIVE>>>>>>ME
Brief belt of nectar
You tease me, when will you cease to be a memory?
When will your taste become firm like my movements and memories and broad, broad smiles.
I was my own hero, inspiration, image for a time.
I will do it again.
Time to promise myself, an image of time, a time to imagine and to act
I fuck…..I FUCKING WILL
DO IT
DEAD>>>>>>WITHOUT
ALIVE>>>>>>ME
please max.
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