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A familiar feeling has been seeping through my bones --bitterly coursing through my marrow with the intentions of reminding a desert of memory of how sweet hydration could be. I have been catching myself thinking more of the black wave than the bright sun, which in turn has only brought me to a hierarchy of conclusions that are bigger than any of my organs conjoined.
Although I have fallen in lust with the taste of dirty ink on the tip of my tongue and cold of mental against my back I find my mind to be crossing borders that are constantly flirting with the flick of curiosity dancing in my state of consciousness. I have traveled up the pinnacles of relations and tip toed through pathological emotion only to wake up on the cusp of another heart that has now suffered the full rotation of my ventricles and atriums pumping so effortlessly through the four seasons.
Here it is. Another aspiration that just doesn’t match up. I was going to speak but my lioness was sleeping and I became a coward just like them. I have been dragging enough cigarettes for all signs and I often fight my feet from moving in the direction of empty temptation.
Although I have fallen in lust with the taste of dirty ink on the tip of my tongue and cold of mental against my back I find my mind to be crossing borders that are constantly flirting with the flick of curiosity dancing in my state of consciousness. I have traveled up the pinnacles of relations and tip toed through pathological emotion only to wake up on the cusp of another heart that has now suffered the full rotation of my ventricles and atriums pumping so effortlessly through the four seasons.
Here it is. Another aspiration that just doesn’t match up. I was going to speak but my lioness was sleeping and I became a coward just like them. I have been dragging enough cigarettes for all signs and I often fight my feet from moving in the direction of empty temptation.