After the
suction of all liquids.
The desert
reigns again I sense
Only
metaphors will survive.
You unwritten
code are raw
Abrupt metaphor.
Foam climbing.
cliffs. Breasts
turning the tide.
Love off
coast, rowing madly.
Toward the
genesis. Furiously blue.
Only birds
breathe the sole metaphors.
Surviving. Nothing else.
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