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Cleopatra’s Syndrome
Deconstructing pyramids since bruised palms needed to heal, psychologically life-right tilt and seek for life to bring a second chance when I didn’t cling..
Swimming in hidden last-life treasures, I am humble enough to touch only what’s mine, jealous, none, I came for you, can’t you see?
Would you be mine next lifetime, I’d appreciate a sand dune moon gaze wine spill oops I mumbled something out of context since your blue two compasses deviated my ship into your portside, vulgarity, your concerte blocks.
I am sinking in, your shallows deepen common ground, shark island didn’t mind gems and gold, fish are swimming in the buenos aires of your promising gusty breath.
Can I stay a little longer in warm liquids or must I face the cold north, asked a coastal onion blossom spring, that was hand-picked by an Epictetus wonder of would it make me cry to see you leave, my hesitant yet so constant wind..
I am pulled away..
Take me syndrome..
Tears are fertile for this coming harbored kiss
No ropes please, hopes are still
Attention on opening green-red marina lips
