cumbersome ship
The groans fluctuate invisibly in our grip and pinch the nerves of the perishable who digs gardens too shallow and everything he buries dies on a glinting landscape of exploding colorless fireworks.

The actress' stomach is an opera after a night of swing dancing and fizzy cocktails. Her films are warships firing on the beaches of a mother's wisdom.

Us insects although brief and weary are a breath into the lungs of an awful forest fire. Both thoughtless yet nostalgic, it's quite incredible the way we manage to still love each other.

We are a sinking assembly of fish below a cloud of fishermen who talk about the world as though they will purge its diseases, and then we grow sick ourselves and fall asleep inside the aging wreckage of a submarine reclining on the ocean floor.

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