The wind was blowing choreographies of vertiginous waves the air was impregnated with acid teardrops of tragedy we were over and you were shouting nonsense about our end
Let's rehearse once again I don't think we got it right let's re-record this scene you're not saying your lines properly come here I'll teach you how to say I love you
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He's that kind of boy
That makes a true ode to beauty
Out of me
Even when I'm ugly
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Another miracle of life
--a cell
feeding on antibodies and salty things
dreamed electrically.
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