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[velourio]

and so I rise from the depths of a shanghai tunnel
feel the sun prickle my face
dew is telling stagnant stories of love and separation
and now I feel myself perched upon steel walls
shooting through blue skies
skipping off the atmosphere
shattering glassy waters of cloudscapes
collapsing finally long last in haphazard piles of palm branches
like noise that soaks through plastic hulls of plastic boats
like magnets attract
like suspense mounts and catharsis frees us
I am home in your arms