I want to relieve my existence
through a telescope of
parallel time
and space rewound
I want to suffocate my thoughts
with whirling bubble bath trees
in a mountainous
foreign landscape
I want to run through
a clothes strewn canopy
where light is dimmed
and feet are wet
I want to speak french with you
surrounded by porcelain walls
of half filled coffee cups
floating on mold
I want to cover myself
in your synapses
and roll in
hot chocolate neurons
I want to slide down
the silver edge of a chinese takeaway
to make our lives beautiful
and not realistic
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