Melts to the warmth of your sigh.
The molten droplets merge into
Each other, creating a trail like a
Band of birds making it out of cages.
It's like Michelangelo's marble shedding
The extra chunks to absolve herself
As an angel.
Like a suicide note of a man who
Killed himself became a paper boat
After remembering his childhood.
It seems like I am a passenger in
The spaceship of your reveries.
Where my tragedies bad-trip over
Your fantasy to grow upon
My unfulfilled longing.
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