I come where birds do stand up
as a challenge asking to see some

future red and wet what will
carried we are by sky and slightly sweating

ahead of myself I heard
your substance

shaking sheer weight of character
the eyelids are soft souvenirs

in terms of meaning
that amounts to you

not ceasing extensively
groped in clusters

I want you skin shining tourist
imagine to begin.


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