Snowstorm.
I want the impossible.
Boiling.
I’m overflowing - but stay quiet.
Got swept up.
“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.
But the chassis gave in.
I was wandering, rambling.
Tearing flesh from my heart.
And you are my people.
“Watch out…!” “I will!… “ I want the impossible.
Snowstorm.
I want the impossible.
Turning paraffin into turpentine.
With divine blows of sweetness.
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