The cave where you hibernate flooded in molten lava. Your fossil remains are jaggedly wedged in my chest cavity. You did a fine job filtering the polluted water you pumped into me, I couldn’t even taste the grit. I was always soggy, weighed down. Nowadays steady leaky faucet drips distract me. Lord knows you won’t reach out. I’ll vomit the North Pacific including the whale in your swimming pool. it was never meant “to be”, you evil cherub. In your dreams my shoe Melted on the exhaust pipe of your bike but in my dreams I’m always watching you go by with both my feet on the ground. our realities duked it out. We both lost.
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