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The Liverwalks
Rainfalls, rhyming tear drops to internal organs and whatever knocks on hells or was it heavens doors, plural since we fuck the chances to cheer and birds sing especially in bad weathers, plural, consistent enough to kiss tomorrow and temperatures another thing and mood greater swing, won’t get tempted to rock anger and anger a rock to slide off the cliffs and smash some happiness, hehe what a concept to hold on to, crash or crush or brush a smile and let go.. let it roll let it free fall, like this Saturday or Sunday love, couldn’t recall the dates and the schedule of when we were supposed to monotonously or monogamously infect a french movie kiss script with tongues and the saliva and the passion and some lizard technique to breed in the corner of the streets, this is getting naughty, promise romantic am I, getting high from the courage to bite every drop of her fragrance, drifting sands we carry in wet socks of yesterday beach time, we will grind the very bit of these pockets dime and tip the temporary home, we call it home.
When we overcome the terrified emotion of this life long gone.
The draft is finished now or never.
You can paint this white wall and vomit memories forever.
Please don’t bother,
Rest in peace the chance for laughter that day or the other.. we shouldn't couldn’t wouldn’t miss.
