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
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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