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Ive left myself asleep again

watching you bloom color,

its rare for me to admit

the electricity in the air 

was so thick you could spread it

like a disease or 1967 Napalm,

chances are the memories fade

faster than fast can travel

on the heels of quicker feet

still too slow for amnesia,

razor sharp teeth 

outlined in black

glistening chromatic sharpness

in 1080p

peeks over my shoulder

saunters over 

undoes the jugular 

spitting red soldiers,

thats kind of sort of

what love is like