Skinny
You are a variation of a language so sweet,
the rhapsody of a never-ending love,
uninterrupted
like 3.14159...
or happy clouds in the sky,
transparent,
just like my feigned existence.
You are my desires,
smothered
into leftovers of this unwanted disease,
some of them, permanent.
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