in your coldsweat palm
a microscopic drop of sweat is sailing,
and you try to put your fingers
protectingly over your palm
to protect the ship from the winds
of the seven seas.
But your lifeline just turns shorter,
more bumpy and hazier the harder
you tie your fist,
a reaction caused by alienation.
An alienation you discover
your mind desire
with sparkling kisses.
And your blood-circulation dies
in the dobble tied,
while you soul-paralyzed search
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