Surface of the limit.
Index of panic.
My signature in a bucket.
The twilight hung, an asterisk
Above the barefoot knells
While I sang to you,
I can't iron out the chaoses
Under an alcoholic flame.
A phone was swaying underwater.
I craved a round ashtray.
New profundities espoused a relic
Brimming on the outskirts of
I love you
Shearing my equidistant pedals.
Mystic agencies. Elysian slobber.
Pulverize my tortoiseshell into the next solar system.
Gravity hissed and gravity hissed
Like being in the same room together.
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