Twirling in the fabric of elegent sly
Brushing weightlessly over your scales
i'll pull your veins from your grasp
Hushed to the breath of our lungs
Like snakes slivering your hands invade
A seagulls egg falls from its cliff
Motionless;
I feel when i breathe
Tis' a wall you see that we can't see.
Not even colours in ectasy provides me
something so salty to break me down.
Smoke soft swirls try to trick me,
into sucking down your toxic love
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