i love
the cold epidermis
of the sky
when
gray
elephant wrinkles
it reminds
me of the fish
factory
in the fog
in the winter
in the rain i
love how
close it is
(to my heart) and
under cover
like a man
(who says
i love you) and
really, really
means it.
or like the sky
and
the goosebumps
i get
when it's cold, or
when
you touch my
skin...
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