We finally made our bed
but, couldn't sleep in it.
I guess we never sleep,
anyway.
You asked for the future,
I only read your past like
something written in your
face, on your cock.
I am not in your dreams,
like I am only able to see
my love bursting, old friend's
parents dying in my dreams.
What does this mean?
The Fish and the Whale
circling 'round each other
looking for a way to stop.
I'll never tell what I saw
in your eyes one Sunday.
I could read your future
with the runes on your iris.
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