I am,
but a person.
That can always,
see without my sea of ocean.
Thus that water crashes on the brown
crags of my cheeks.
The stream from a river of my eye upon and into the upper lip,
and bends down.
So please,
Don't come near,
only fear and anger I will make of all these.
Yes,
Try and do comfort as I will fight you,
in all I can,
in all I do,
because you showed me
what your mouth can do.
. . . because you can keep telling me,
what your hands make as I try
to bake my eyes
and leave my eyes,
dry.
How much more If my love
can be,
If you are to change any of that love
you cradle your phone to be like me.
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