It varies with the condensation.
Passing like the sky, which is effortless.
We saw a star explode, but that
wasn’t what we wanted.
Uneven, the ground we laid.
We wanted to plant red, red strawberries.
But we were too tired and we didn’t talk instead.
The sweat that’s absent.Sedimentary and combustible. The body, a diorama for global warming.
I am broken down and sunless.
These factors are planets revolving around me.
Your hands convey a ghostly power.
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