Desire stirred into the liquid
Reveals ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels
Into my heart.
Look at me.
I want to capture your empty potentials,
Increase your concentration,
Turn your mixtures pinkish hue.
Throw away those papers,
The memories of our shared ways,
Filling vials together under unkind lights,
Our last chance.
Aim your whispers forgetfully.
I want to you break my glass ware
Into finite rivers. I will drown.
Stop me.
You haunt my connections,
Thoughts filtering into sounds,
As I melt into your final product.
But you forget,
To know you too must burn.
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