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Picture of You
Inhaling in, inhaling in.. breath was stuck upon nature’s choice.
Lungs were filled with orange fragrance cells of Coco Chanel.
The smile to the camera was a default of such happiness trial #livingthenow
Went to buy boutique cookies but walked the extra mile daydreaming..
Felt somewhat alive, deserved and many other things that gave my tongue a reason to rest when I whistle the pink panther.
Mosquito bites, what a tickle.. cause’ licking lips for such seductive images turns the domestic horse a unicorn with effective filters.
I wrestle possibilities with opportunities but knocked out by distracting doubts.
In the ring, we shell enter and close the lights and close the mind and close the fight with a hug but the screens the speakers the audience they all confuse and amuse and we’re falling for the trap, the scene, the traffic of eyes to attract more lies and we have turned bitter pictures with a slight disgust from who we used to be, just yesterday.
Soon by tomorrow, albums organized with stories to justify such forgetfulness in order to disorder the mindset from not planning but acting in a spontaneous screenplay when the driftwood had stranded in low tide, we found some justice to light up our fire together and fall asleep with eyes wide open, can’t miss, can’t catch, can’t shoot cupid tonight cause’ we’re falling, falling in love.
Fingering industrial margarine we found and spread on each other's foolish front teeth from colliding in embarrassment that we don’t practice any longer when the fire is dying in the breeze, we hug closer, ignore time and we who are.
