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liquefied summers day

liquefied leg
eyes melting in the hot pot 
of my head
left leg 
rocket type 
a1 335    
take off 
right leg waterfall
rushing wet and a 
quick lull 
colours smells 
touching as well
cant tell the difference 
from water or well 
seeing what is felt 
touching but cant hear
am I lost  
no matter where I go
I'm here

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