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[Zombie]

I wanna shoot a sunset with a rainbow. So acute it cuts through flesh, and observe my tunic. when the dusk brushes off on your halo. wanna shoot decks. and enact a smooch on your smooth neck. while the subsiding firepit crackling emits such a wild symphony the charred wood blisters crosses in the logs that emphasizes love beyond. it means sacrificing. I wanna amplify my life with that of yours combined. I wanna wake up in a cabin, so incredibly lukewarm this sentence in itself doesn’t possess the inflection to explain a section of it. too strong. too vaporous. so insane. the way I can rearrange any cadence into statement and the way I Grip the English language when I sway and slip the places where I want you most. the earths a place, you brought me down to first, the way it hurts. is worth more than a picture worth a thousand words. inertia is the first to come to mind cause physics in this world is the only lurkin matter perfect enough to word the amount of fervor I put into these mouthing verbs. it’s merciless. I wanna kiss you afloat a ship, where the crows can’t float or hope to drift. let the summer sun come toast us in, our cozy, coast we know I’m in. love, a tub full of soaking suds, oh I’m hopeless, the way the bubbles float abrupt, the champagne buzzard. the fuck is up? you sip a cup, with your lovely lips, I fall in love. the lust is sent. to hell cause fuck with love I’m in. I’m more than horny. not my piece, now my heart and mind are soul are in. It’s like a solar flare I blow to whims. I notified the Cupid. I wanna see your stomach bloat. and see a sea of lovely. I’d love to love and love to grow. just as old as we once just thought we'd. or wouldn’t grow. but things change. I wanna build a house with you. that endures a winter blizzard. so pure, the maple that it’s made from is the most alluring we could take of. and build it brick by brick. the mortar made of love. the same sacrificial symbolism the whittled firewood was forming from.and in it is our hit and misses. blow for blow the mysticism. I wanna see us grin together at a kitchen table. I wanna write I love you in our children’s play-doh and when you aren’t looking stick in your empty dinner plate and whisper gently in your ear “hey it’s you, it’s you who I’ve been missing. I could never ask for more than this, you’re great” and while I snuggle you with kisses junior comes and interrupts our little date. it’s okay.
@PancakeBrah