dear john

are we there yet

i have fallen off this train

of anticipation

the ripple appears to not run

or walk or look at me

there were darts and bats

last night when i swallowed

my self into myself

they had hearts like fruit

they were imitations

of satisfaction

their senses and mine

kept turning the heads

of all the sleeping lifelines

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  1. I’m starting to think you are drunk. Are you in Poland. Is there Vodka involved? However I get the gist… could be just a poor translation from mobile phone to the world of the internet. Love ya xx

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