I try not to lean on you
I try not to watch for you
Your back is against my back
into a fog that is moaning
Bumps are said already
In my mind
to skin over sigh
over mouth
Your heart is beating so fast
The pacific and atlantic ocean are becoming one
As I speak in seasons
our direction moves with paper blue arms
our eyes becoming cool
As people, we sip thirsty
cool and dark
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