Dear catastrophe writer,
I'm sorry that your face is my imaginary painting
but I should tell you
this smile of yours has glowing bright blue teeth
I paint purple flowers on your chest
and pink-green melodies on your fingers,
there are animals like clouds on your back
I draw no lines on your path
yellow gum bricks to build your road and children laughs to comb your hair
I put little stars to shine your eyes
orange sea breeze to fly your feet and wise old trees to calm your heart
I light red candles, I tattoo crazy poems on your arms to set your sleep free
there are blurry parrots on your cheeks
blue candies on your tongue
I whisper glitter butterfly wings in your ear
I hear whale melodies and underwater violins in your sunsets
I take black crowes, I place virgin whore's kisses in your dreams
I see women's tears on your knees, there are angry dances on your nails
your body is the lightning universe chaos, your soul is everyone's feelings
don't carry the world upon your shoulders no more
you're my smiling Beatles' song
my hot cat scratch
you're my dear catastrophe lover...
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