Is the ocean carbonated?
Do it fizz in earthquakes?
Is that waves?
Who knows.
I don’t care rn. I see that
the moon is indeed habiting 300 different
species, and that sharks have evolved legs.
I notice the radiance of
dirt.
I see in your eyes a brown
glimmer
of
me.
I seen you for so long marked by
tears or not. I seen it happen,
heard it etc. etc.
To now, Katie look like a
frumpy slut,
Marion Cotillard seems to be
cold, stone, seems to be frozen in time as what she wanna be. Not
what I seen before.
I see you now
I see your
imperfections as
iron.
Come out perfect anyway.
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