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I lust for you,
and there is a bang.
It is louder when you are younger,
crashing into walls.
The thud from the fall.
It burns from the yearning.
Whipped lashed,
thrown through the car windscreen.
How can you ever come back
from slamming into brick walls?
The hero is breathless.
He is caught in the throes.
Fast forward so you can forget it all.
The reverberation pushes you forwards.
It compresses the air in front of you,
folding space and time,
a place to rest under the cherry tree blossom.
Yesterday is but a memory.
Yellow moon blooms in a silver sky,
Clouds rush by,
someone spits in your face,
and the earth beneath you quakes.
Windows shatter but will not break.
You cut but do not bleed,
sowed the seeds,
with no crop to show.
Some say the milk taste like poison.
Sour, it curdles in your mouth.
The yellow bile is spewed across the pavement.
