Pushing upwards from the water.
Fumbling about with names.
Spiral river.
Incubator.
Wrap your scales around her.
The wings are tapered from actually caring,
and I am stuck in a shit hole we call life.
So are you...
Segregated from the experience and hiding in your sleep.
Like masturbating in the dark we are destined to be anybody...
Or nobody.
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