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 eternal-slow in the dobble tied, death-scared-bleeched fist while you soul-paralyzed search for MORE. -K- |
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