I'll stay sick with nudges,
giddy on a chair
like a hapless fool
i am a man living in a dream
who needs to breathe
obviously, when you breathe
i wonder, like ancient forlorn
emotions
still not, what's life but molecules
and hiccups of a mischievous girl
like a crush
atoms and air waves
smiles like sensations
of pleasant things
like the sort of things
that comes from giggles
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