and although she sang in french sounds i could not understand, i could feel she sang about the moment we became. and as the feelings melted into one another, in the driver seat, in your lap, i felt your hands shaking and nerves about uncertain; that it was too good.
[much time and days and years about pain and starving inside.]
happy crashes at me. and as i am destroyed into hot pieces of ash and fire i become light that shines into the tips of your eyes and the corners of your brain. i coerce your laughter and am free.
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