She asked me how I was doing and I looked into her eyes and thought...no...actually I felt:
...a caught child´s gumball stutter, a muffler´s exhaust sputter, f-f-fuck, applause and an otter´s utter
this swerving ship´s rudder recognized the other and turned
they all stood up, Bravo! Encore, Encore!
tragic elastic moldable messy monstruous plastic frantic
all the way from atlantic, to pacific
in one breath and you missed it
we missed it
headspun and twisted, stripped but yet gifted (a life)
-thank you for my life, thank you for my life, thank you for my life-
a teardrop said
Only one second elapsed. I just smiled, bowed my head and tried not to let the volcano´s eruption be visible.
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