I see your eyes as Arabian nights. A saber unseen and mean complete. Love is rage, and the page is filled with blood lines of poetry. You feel alien in the time of God jihad. The normal things that you need may seem greed, but it is just an analogy. You NEED to feel safe to create. It has to be a society of billionaires that surrounds and confounds you daily or off with their heads. No more ineffective financials around you. You see the street pulsing with rage and an etching that is actually your name. I take your hand and just courtsee into a dance of spinning ecstacy. We kiss publically, and you see the infinity behind my eyes actually. I pull away. When you open your eyes, I have disappeared right in front of you.
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